Author Archives: Dad

H Baptized

H, I got to baptize you today.

We met Mrs. Pam at the glass doors by Big Gig and she walked us back to the baptism room.

We split up between boy’s and girl’s dressing rooms and an older couple helped us change into our swimsuits and t-shirts.

(Speaking of that couple that helped us, I had worked with the husband at ARMtech. His name was Sam and he was a compliance attorney, but is now retired.)

Then we met Danny Henderson (Danny Jay’s grandpa) and we all chatted for a few minutes and said a prayer.

I’m not gonna lie, the water in the baptistry was so warm it felt like a day at the spa…

Thankfully I just did the dunking while Brother Danny did all the talking.

I like how he told the story of how simple it was the night you prayed to accept Christ. You got out of bed shortly after tuck-in and got mom and I, simply saying, “I need to talk to you about something.

Honestly, I barely held it together standing in that warm water.

But I saw mama and she was crying like she was harvesting onions.

My goodness, ok, I’m getting all weepy again typing this.

Anyway. 😭

Hannah and Mrs. Leandra were in town to watch you and slept over at our house the night before.

All the Daves came to town too and we went out to eat at Rosa’s afterward with Pop and Gammies.

It was all over in a moment, but it was just the sweetest thing.

I love you forever and I am so proud to be your daddy.

I love you.

-Dad

We Bought Another House

This is the only place I will say a word about the fact that we bought another house.

Not to live in…

A rent-house.

The real estate empire-building has begun!

And we have not told a soul about it. 🤣

Just keep building. Just keep building. Just keep building.

Froggy

T, omgoodness you were being adorable this morning.

You had a fever over the weekend and have hung out at Pop and Gammies the last two days skipping school.

They invited you over to skip school again this morning. 🙄

Anyway, I took you to their house while H and K went with mom to chapel.

On the way, we stopped for donuts.

It was foggy and damp as we drove and you kept wanting to tell me about it.

But you don’t have a grasp yet on the word “foggy.”

You kept telling me that it was “froggy” out.

Two years old is just the best age.

Don’t ever change.

I love you.

-Dad