My son has more compassion in his little pinky than I have in my whole being. We went to church this morning, which, unfortunately, happens way too infrequently. The sermon was about staying stable and secure in our faith and in ourselves when the storms come. And the storms are coming, they will always come.… Continue reading We need to listen to our babes.
About one year ago, my sons and I went ice-skating. It was the first time on the ice for my then 8-year-old son Tyson. He was having a blast with his brother and cousins. I was nervous because he kept falling, but he did not seem to mind. He would get up, brush himself off, and continue… Continue reading Getting Back on the Ice