I love this man.
Scott, a willing participant and human bucket during Thaddeus’ crazy piling project
My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.
Basking in the sunset, Hawaii 2012
What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard.
Mother would come out and say, “You’re tearing up the grass.”
“We’re not raising grass,” Dad would reply.
“We’re raising boys [and girls].”