With Obi in my life, I feel like I understand our Heavenly Father's love so much more. Obi can poop his socks, scream for hours, and one smile is all it takes for me to forget all of it. I don't desire anything bad for him. I want only good things for him. How much more, indeed, does our Heavenly Father want good things for us.Read More
Sitting on the couch with my wife while a friend cleans our house is very uncomfortable. Watching others fold my underwear is more uncomfortable. Having my, recovering from c-section, wife take care of me while I'm sick four days in bed is even more uncomfortable.Read More
Babies are nature's free weights. Whereas I used to be sore after holding a baby 30 minutes, I can carry him for hours without breaking a sweat now. Three days ago, I brought him to the mall and forgot a stroller. I carried him around, and watched my muscles grow--my body is going from glory to glory.Read More
There's no good way to clean poop out of socks--another lesson I never wanted to learn.
Who poops so hard socks get dirty? My son.
We took Obi to the mall after attending a good friday service today. Wearing our church best, Obi and I looked exceptionally good. Even in front of my wife, female strangers literally swooned.Read More