Friday, August 14, 2015. The summer my youngest was a baby and the older two clumsy toddlers, it rained. Nearly every day, for weeks. I finally sent the 2-year-olds outside, wearing nothing but rain boots and giddy grins, to play in the giant mud puddles on our driveway, while I sat on the front porch with the baby, glad they were, briefly, occupied.

These are the collected daily writings from a soldier. A soldier in Christ and a soldier in the US Army. If you like, follow me on either Blogger or Twitter and feel free to comment on posts. Sunday, March 31, 2013. It has been a while. Thursday, January 20, 2011. I would like to find the cure. I would like to score at the buzzer. I would like to hold that winning ticket. I would like to be what he wants.

Writings from a town i dont enjoy.

Sunday, March 6, 2011. Everywhere you looked was beautiful.

Thursday, July 16, 2015. Sometimes the way we see something makes all the difference. A bright summer day, little boy playing at the waters edge. Or a lazy afternoon after a summer rain? Isnt it funny how we see what we think is there until the picture gets clearer? Just another day of water fun at his own personal redneck Riviera. Tuesday, June 30, 2015. The sui generis month of summer. It was a thing .