It’s Thanksgiving in Canada. I’m glad for this holiday as it prompts me to reflect on things that I’m grateful for.
Gratitude is a powerful thing. It causes me to be content. It gives me reason for joy. Most of all, it opens my eyes to appreciate the life that is happening around me.
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I feel like road rage is dangerous and for the most part, a wasted use of energy and life.
This blog post is my attempt to make the roads safer for someone. If this post decreases the number of times one driver goes into “road rage mode”, then the world will be a better place.
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Two years before my husband and I were married, I left to serve with a ministry for a year in South Africa. Young in our relationship, we hadn’t yet celebrated our birthdays together and planned a snowshoeing trip beneath the stars at Mount Seymour in lieu. In the weeks leading to this special faux birthday I listened carefully for his favourites.
My wife and I both love music. This mutual appreciation for music was one of the things that attracted us to each other.
Our enjoyment and appreciation for music is a gift we hope to pass on to our daughter.
Early on we started thinking of ways we could do this.
“You complete me.” That is the famous line from Jerry Maguire that Tom Cruise’s character says to Renee Zellweger’s character right before he asks her to marry him.
Even though this line is super cheesy, it reflects the reality of what many people are looking for in a relationship: someone to complete them. And once you find this person, then you should marry him or her and spend the rest of your life together so you can live happily ever after.
This is the story of my worst day as a father, the day I felt like a complete failure of a dad.
It was a Saturday in early July, shortly after we had moved into our new home. As was often the case, Olive and I decided we would split the parenting duties for the day. She would watch Allie in the morning while I unpacked the house. And I would watch Allie in the afternoon while she unpacked the house.
My baby is cuter than yours.
“Is it okay to say that?” I wonder to myself. Probably not. Later in the day I tell my wife that I think our baby is cuter than other babies and discover that she’s thought the exact same thing. But she agrees that it’s better not said aloud.