Boys will be Boys

May 21st marked Ryder’s 7th birthday. By all accounts he’s had some exciting birthdays. A trip to San Francisco narrowly edging out a light-saber duel with friends or building a step stool. Keeping the trend of great birthdays going, this year he selected an overnight camping trip with his friends and their dads. In the weeks leading up to the big event he planned everything from the menu to the types of games to be played. Hot dogs, Doritos, marshmallows, and pancakes were the meals of choice with a little bacon and orange juice mixed in to fill in the cracks. Side note: If eight boys run amuck in the woods and there aren’t photos to prove it, then their mother’s will never be the wiser.


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Heading Back to the DR

No, I didn’t mean doctor. I meant Dominican Republic where myself and a team of 6 others from our church went last year to help build a home for a deserving family. I would encourage you to read more about last year’s trip here which goes into great detail on the home we built last year. Short-term missions has always been something Charity and I have had a passion for and been involved in since we were teenagers. I’m happy to have another opportunity to be a blessing outside of my usual comfort zone this year.

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I’ve been thinking about writing this for a while now. A lot of people hesitate to talk openly about their finances and I can totally understand why. There’s a lot of stress associated with money amongst marriages. A cursory search of the internet led me to an official looking survey citing 93% of marriages say money was one of the top two issues in their relationship. I can speak from experience when I say that I can totally understand how and why this is the case. However, that’s not the point of this post. What I’m going to talk about are my thoughts on the topic of finances and my paradigms on some things.

Ryder teaching Cody about saving

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Hail to the Redskins!

I grew up in Virginia with a slew of uncles, cousins, and mother who chanted “Hail to the Redskins!” before I even knew my alphabet.  I remember family gatherings, Thanksgiving specifically and my Nannie’s birthday parties where we would heap mounds of homemade southern food onto doubled-up paper plates at 11a.m. Gather round multiple dining room tables, or even a lap on the front porch steps were acceptable make-shift dining locations, to feast.


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