They say a father holds a special place in his little girl’s heart, no matter how old she is. As the years go by, the interactions between a father and his daughter may change, but long after she’s grown and moved out of his home to start and raise her own family, the lessons he…
Growing up, I lived at least a five hours’ drive from my grandparents and extended family. I have fond memories of visits to Grandma and Grandpa’s home at the holidays and during summer breaks, but I remember being envious of cousins who lived nearer to my grandparents and were able to visit for a…
Today Ryan is nine years old! My serious, shy, bright, silly little one is growing up! Nine seems to me an odd mix of grown-up and little boy. Over the past year, I’ve watched with pride as Ryan demonstrated greater ease in group situations, as he gained the confidence to set out on adventures on…
I LOVE OUR BOYS! I love spending time with them. I love listening to their imaginative play and just hearing them romp through the house. I love relaying their latest antics to their Grandma and Grandpa. But… our boys are high energy. They are high activity. They are high maintenance. And they are…
Ryan’s strawberry plants are producing a bit earlier than usual this year. From what I hear, the handful of strawberries he has collected have been delicious. For each little red fruit, he has carefully picked, tenderly cleaned, thoughtfully tasted, and dutifully recorded the harvest date and a tastiness rating… ranging from six to 10 plus…
After hours of Star Wars viewing, and even more hours of loud and active light saber battling, my boys couldn’t contain their excitement upon hearing of a Cub Scout Go-See-It entitled Swordsmen Rendezvous! Swordplay was a must-know skill for every 18th century gentlemen, and Gadsby’s Tavern in Alexandria, Virgina was a center of social and…