Foster means giving
We went to one of our favorite restaurants Sunday night, the Wine Kitchen. That’s where we most often go when we have a milestone to celebrate. But it was the first time that a moment of celebration had us tearing up. The power of giving is what continued to bubble up in our throats and tear ducts every time we tried to speak or take a bite. I feel like we gave so little. Just a weekend, really. But I’m seeing now that in our small gestures, God moves in and overwhelms, and g
Don't mess with her
I just came in from a three-hour bike ride. Enjoyed a beer with friends afterward. Noticed the tan lines have already formed halfway up my thighs and arms as I hung my bike in the garage. And it all has me thinking of Dad. Father’s Day is meant to be spent outdoors. Growing up, the Watertown municipal golf course was our venue of choice to celebrate the day. It was the course I hung around most summer days from when I was 10 to 22 years old. We’d waste away lazy afternoons pl
