About

I am a sinner saved by grace and blessed beyond what I deserve. I’m an American with an ever growing appreciation for what that means, in light of our great county’s origins, and with respect to human history.

I’m husband to MckMama and Dad to our MSC. I find few things more enabling than reading the Bible, learning with our kids, reading about personal freedom/responsibilities in the writings of our countries forefathers. It seems all of life is a battle with the weapons of knowledge and effort taking second to none. In the past, and still at times, I’d find my self worth in accomplishments and where I fit in comparison to you. I’d find my value in a lot of what I thought you thought of me.

Thankfully I believe I’m learning how to shed this and replace my focus more clearly on what truly matters…what He thinks of me. Loosing the chains of this malthought process is bringing the contentment and peace I believe I was created for. My wife is the only women I’ve ever met that I believe could tolerate me indefinitely. We’ve known each other so long we can’t remember when we actually first met. I’ve always known she’d be a world class mom and pat myself thoroughly for my brilliance of foresight in recognizing this before anyone else. She practices a daily discipline of her self that I’m continually in awe/jealous of.

We can be both hurtful and loving to one another but more importantly we’ve decided to never give up on each other. Which for me is a pretty darn good deal. Big Mac is our first son. He in many ways possesses attributes I would choose for myself if I could start life all over again. He loves his mom with no end. He is an astounding communicator for being five years old. He is creative enough for both of us, yes, actually diminishing my own insecurities as he is blood of my blood. I admire his patience with his siblings, his appetite for learning, and his unbelievable ability to eat the healthy foods Mom and I place in front of him. It’s a priviledge to be the steward and Dad of our Father’s son Big Mac.

Nuggey is our second son. I see so much of myself in him it’s really something to experience. He seems to be infinately curious with nature and all of God’s creation. It’s tough to catch him crying from physical pain yet at times is emotionally sensitive. He admires his big brother and genuinely enjoys being with him. He likes helping me fix things around the yard and in the house. He possesses muscular strength from someone other than the branches of my family tree; for example he’s been able to help carry the groceries in from the garage to the house by carrying a gallon of milk in each hand…since he was three. Nuggey loves hugs and especially gets a thrill when it’s wrestling time. I’m thrilled to be his Dad.

Small Fry is our only daughter. I’m not sure how you girls own your Daddies, but this one’s got that figured out too. I enjoy few things more than comforting her and snuggling with Small Fry. She is two but likes to assert her individualism in a variety of ways including clothing, asking if she can do something and regardless of the answer immediatly doing it, and knowing what’s best for her younger brother. Usually she’s right. She is a tremendous sport in tolerating the masculine majority around the house. She’ll be well equipped for any future male shenanigans. She likes praying with Dad before bed…as long as the door is open and there is a glass of water on her night stand.

Stellan is our third son. He is a delight to be around. His dimple alone brings a smile to me inside and out. It’s a treat watching him learn to talk and begin to express himself. When I hold him before bed or after he wakes up he snuggles his head between my shoulder and neck and I often find myself thanking God that He allowed Stellan to be with us. We’ve witnessed miraicles despite the physical known laws of the universe more than once with Stellan and he’s a constant reminder to us of God’s ability to heal, His love, and soverienty.

Each of us in the family knows there is one more on the way inside Mom’s tummy. Big Mac talks to him even more than I do. Still we are all stoked to see what God has been fearfully and wonderously knitting in there.

It’s been said that all we have is this moment. Not that one that just past and not the one that’s just about here, just this moment. The ever present moment. Here are our ever present moments lived together.