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Continue reading →: The Joy of a Bumpy StomachI’ve pretty much resigned myself to wearing spanks for the rest of my life. I don’t wear them all the time, but if I’m dressing up or going somewhere nice. So the other day I’m getting ready to go somewhere, and I’ve got my undershirt on with my pants while…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of DisciplineI was going to call this post, “The Joy of Being Hard,” but I was afraid it would get the wrong kind of clicks. I have to go through and think about how my words come across, because even though I am not a teenage boy, my house is pretty…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of Being Able“I just couldn’t do what you do.” Is it a little weird that I have multiple people tell me this? I’ve had people see me out with Noah, total strangers, walk up and make this statement. It’s been made to me by friends, and even by family. I find it…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of the Start of Football SeasonI’m not a perfect person, if that isn’t obvious from some of my posts. Sometimes I get frustrated with other cars out taking their time on the road. Sometimes I get tired and yell at my kids for being loud (well, not Noah, but the other two). Sometimes I yell…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of Getting Capsaicin in Your EyeIt was a random Thursday (yesterday if you are reading when I post this), and Noah and I were having a typical day. His younger brothers went to school, and Noah and I spent the next two and a half hours getting ready to go to a physical therapy evaluation.…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of a Busy Weekend
My ankle was popping, and on the other leg, my calf was aching. My arms were sore, and my back was starting to ache. It was hot per the norm, and I had sweated, dried off, and sweated some more. We stood in a long line smiling and making small…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of the First Day of School
Am I the only weirdo who like having my kids home for the summer and is sad when they go back to school? Maybe it’s just that I’m so thankful to have them, and have them healthy. I’m no Mary Poppins. There are times when I feel like I can.…
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Continue reading →: The Joy in KindnessYou know how you watch the news, or get on social media, and you suddenly find yourself thinking that the world is quickly going to hell in a hand basket? Friend this is no place to stay. Today I took Noah back to watch his daddy’s football practice, and getting…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of RebirthRebirth. Is that a weird thing to start with? I mean, it’s not birth. I’m not talking about babies. And I love babies. They are squishy, and they are cute, and they smile with great abandon. They cry with great abandon, and I find I like that, too, cause they…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of A Big HitI’m not sure if it’s the cracking sound, or the bodies crashing together, or someone flipping end over end, but there are few things Noah likes better during a football game than a really good tackle. On any given weekend during the fall, Noah watches football. If you want to…


