I’ve always been the type of person that’s just felt pulled toward…more. More than just not being satisfied with where I am, but really feeling like I was meant for a bigger impact on the world. Whether it be wanting to be in the military after high school (which didn’t work out), feeling pulled toward vocational ministry without any real path toward that type of platform or role, or really wanting this blog to finally take off back when I was a much more avid writer than I am now. Throughout my life there’s been this constant “you were made for more” feeling in my gut that I could never seem to satisfy.
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In the wake of the alt-right, white supremacist, outright insanity that took place in Charlottesville, VA over this past weekend I have gone through a litany of emotions and responses. I have been angry – no, outraged at the sheer audacity of these fools carrying a flag that our grandfathers and great-grandfathers sacrificed life and limb to wage war against. I’ve been stupefied at our President’s absolutely 
It’s been a crazy ride the past couple of years watching our oldest son, Calvin, grow into the walking, talking, ball of energy that he is now. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday when I held him in my arms listening to little baby sounds, or maybe I’m delirious and I’m really remembering his two month old baby brother, Joseph.
Parenting has been simultaneously one of the hardest things in my life and one of the most joy-filled, and joy-producing, things as well. It’s so hard to be woken up at 8:00 in the morning on the weekend, or in the morning at all on the weekend, but nothing compares to seeing that little man smile as he pulls himself up on me after he drinks his bottle and starts to play with us. He’s so happy and playful and it lights up the room.
