83I try to capture my love for my wife with a poem now and then.
Sometimes we don’t know how awesome we are
Dad gave me plenty of material. Here is some more.
The Miss Gale was a one of a kind boat that my dad once owned and eventually lost track of. Would it ever be back in his life?
When a musician friend's dad passed away, he asked if I could try to write lyrics to a song for him. It ended up more like a poem, but I still like how it came out.
I wrote this on Father’s Day around 2010. They are actually song lyrics that I would like to have put to music. I decided to upload it to Hub Pages after my son penned an amazing tribute to me on my Birthday. The whole time I read what he wrote, I though of this.
Unique among men to say the least, Dad followed in nobody’s footsteps.
As a triplet parent and step dad to three adult kids who have given us 6 grandkids with #7 on the way, I thought I could handle anything. Then my son went to Navy Boot Camp.
So here’s so real transparency into my mind. I wrote this when I was about 21. Pretty sure I never shared it, but I have always had it memorized
The Woods Church
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After a rough night with triplet infants, they had finally settled in as my “shift” went well past midnight. I sat down on the rocker in the nursery and, as tired as I was, I felt compelled to pen some perspective.
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There was an artist at our church recently. She painted during the sermon and the experience led me to rethink some of the ways I’ve been viewing my life lately. At first, I viewed her presence as an easy subject to observe for this...