Papa’s Fan Club

The twins are very communicative these days. And even tho they sometimes fall under the “when necessary use words” camp-there’s usually no question what their agenda is and how they need you to help them achieve it.

Isaiah is definitely the more verbal of the two. And he has a one track mind.

We’re riding along on the side-by-side, the sun is shining and the dog is barking. Isaiah leans his little blonde head against me and all is well in the world. “I bet he’s enjoying this” I hug my little buddy a little closer.
He looks up with big blue eyes searching my face.
“Papa’s out working” I tell him

Blueberries are the fruit of choice these days and the boys can them by the fistfuls. “Wow, Juls going to need to plant a bigger garden at the rate these boys are eating” I deliver another shipment of blueberries to the high chair cafeteria. Isaiah looks at me with blueberries smeared from ear to ear. He cocks his head at the noise of a faint motor passing by the house.
“Papa’s coming in a little” I tell him

We visit the swing set and because it’s a huge decision when you’re 18 months old to decide whether to go down the slide first or try out the swings-we start on one side and work our way over trying everything. My little buddy disappears into a piece of pipe and pops out of the other side laughing. “Peek-a-boo” I shout while thinking “ah carefree childhood” but Isaiah has something else on his mind.
“Papa will be home soon” I tell him.

And so that’s how our time is usually spent. We talk about puppies and tractors and “pretty pretty pretty” flowers. We dream of ducks and pizza and Mama and snuggy bear, But somehow Papa is at the forefront of every apparent thought.

📸: Julia

I’m challenged by my little nephew’s unwavering devotion. Do I stop in the middle of the most exhilarating adventure to long for the presence of my Heavenly Father? Or in the middle of my favorite snack? Or in the middle of every single part of the day to day no matter how busy I am-to constantly direct my thoughts towards Jesus?

Today I took my 92 year old Grandma to her church and the words from this song took my thoughts down the same line.

Little Black Songbook (because I don’t know it’s actually name) Song 180: (side note- this songbook has no notes-only printed words-so the song leader can pick whichever tune he prefers to go with the verses):

Dispensing good where’re he came
The labors of his life were love
Oh if we love the Saviors name
Let his divine example move

But ah! how blind! how weak we are
How frail! How apt to turn aside
Lord, we depend upon Thy Care
And ask Thy Spirit for our guide

Thy fair example may we trace
To teach us what we ought to be
Make us, by Thy transforming grace,
Dear Savior, daily more like Thee

Jesus, all for Jesus



Bonus Pics:

The American Trucker Historical Society came to town recently. There was such a wide range in the 1000 trucks at the show 😅 My Ben Friend took me and we only saw a fraction of them during the several hours that we baked in that summer sun.

The winners between the most unique thing at the show were a tie between this decked out rocking chair …

… And this… (Ben thought this was hilarious and so accurate. I’ll just leave it here)

And lastly. I may have started a new obsession. It goes by different names. I called it a “s’more charcuterie board” Jul thought it was a “S’MORgasbord” and the Ben Friend said “what’s a Chattahoochee board?”

Precious Moving Memories

To our friends scattered to and fro,

The last several weeks have been a whirlwind of moving boxes, special moments, and as many Alexander cuddles as possible.

We enjoyed one last sunset from Debs back porch…

Took time off to slip over the mountain into Brandywine to eat at the Brandywine Family Dining… (formerly known as The Cabin) (Locals, we had a great experience here.)

A neighbor hosted a barn party. Growing up, their fam was exactly the same age as us, and we were back and forth through the fields constantly. We’ve added a few to our numbers, but the friendship is just as sweet.

Em and Mr John E pulled out the guitars and had a captive audience. Precious Memories indeed.

Deb and I had been attempting to eat at the Magpie Diner for a year now… and because a blessed rain changed our chopping plans>>thus affecting the time of departure>>we squeaked it in at the 11.59th hour. Baby A’s face speaks for us all.

And before we knew it, the last box was loaded and we were off.

Our convoy sailed down the road-spirits were mostly high and the 2-way chatter was constant. 13 hours later, we pulled into We Care rejoicing.

Lots of people showed up to help unload and piles of food rolled in the door and the warm welcome we received wasn’t just from the southern summer humidity.

Even the neighbors dog extended a hearty welcome. (Ricochet, the yellow lab can’t believe the southern hospitality 😂)

The before mentioned guitar party ended with “Blest Be the Tie That Binds” and I’ll admit those words keep coming back to me…

When we are called to part,
it gives us inward pain;
but we shall still be joined in heart,
and hope to meet again.

Blessed be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like that to that above.

Blessings to y’all,


Bonus Pics:

The flowers of the south land 🥰

Alexander’s nursery had the most gigantic giraffe on the wall… with a bit of help we got it moved too. 😅 enjoy your new room, Sweet Baby A ❤️

VA giraffe
Bama Giraffe in progress

And finally, I’ll spare you all the glowing report… but I’m super thankful for my supportive Ben Friend.

Mobile Bay, AL

A Sheep Named after Ewe 🐑

Luke 14:7 When he noticed how the guests picked the places of honor at the table,he told them this parable: 8 “When someone invites you to a wedding feast, do not take the place of honor, for a person more distinguished than you may have been invited. 9 If so, the host who invited both of you will come and say to you, ‘Give this person your seat.’ Then, humiliated, you will have to take the least important place. 10 But when you are invited, take the lowest place, so that when your host comes, he will say to you, ‘Friend, move up to a better place.’ Then you will be honored in the presence of all the other guests. 11 For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”

Several months ago my neighbor left me a voicemail:

“Hey friend, just calling to chat while I was doing the dishes. Did you hear Wyatt got 2 sheep? His mom thought he should name them Daffodil and Daisy. But he said he didn’t really like Daffodils. So yeh, I don’t know if you’ll feel extremely honored or extremely slammed, but he named them Daisy and Kendra.”

Oh my! My sweet little buddy Wyatt! Why would I feel slammed? Immediately my mind went to the only lamb experience we’d had growing up- Uncle Galen’s had a lamb (incidentally-I’m thinking it was called “Daffodil”) and it was the cutest, soft little bundle of wool. We loved that little lamb and were terrible jealous of it until it got old enough to stomp on our toes with its sharp pointy hooves while ramming us with its hard head. Nonetheless named after a lamb by a 5 year old was a honor indeed.

Several months passed by and I met up with my young Shepherd friend. “So Mr Wyatt, they tell me you have 2 lambs?”

“Oh no” he said “we have way more than that-it’s more like 50.”

“Have you named all of them?”

“No, just the first two sheep. Daisy and Kendra But they’re in with the other sheep and it’s hard to tell which one Kendra is. But I think for sure she had a baby.”

Wait. What?

I stopped by this week and met the flock myself and it’s indeed true.

Kendra is not a soft fluffy adorable lamb.

Kendra is a big fat ewe.

I’m thinking this piece of humble pie has a pretty strong mutton flavor,