Morning Walks, Tall Blondes, and the Wisdom of Old Men
I’ve settled into a good morning routine lately—lacing up my shoes, stepping outside, and taking a three-mile loop through the neighborhood. There’s something about walking the same route each day that feels grounding. Predictable, but not boring. Familiar, but still full of little surprises. Most mornings, Angie’s with me....
A Touch of San Angelo
Since the day we moved in, I’ve had one lingering backyard dream: a sprinkler system. Not the hose-and-timer workaround I’ve patched together for four summers, but a real, buried, zoned, push-a-button-and-it-works sprinkler system. The kind that says, “This yard is going places.” But there was one problem: the only water...
Goodbye, Marley
On July 5, 2012, our lives changed forever when a little ball of fur came running into it — literally. Some friends found her wandering alone, likely scared from the fireworks the night before. We searched for her family, but no one came forward. So, we became her family....
Easter Weekend in Lubbock
Easter weekend in Lubbock was a sweet mix of family, memories, and a few new moments that made it all the more special. Braden and Sarah already had plans to be in town visiting her parents, so it worked out perfectly to see our son while we were visiting...
Dinner and a Jet
Every year, like clockwork, our uncle flies out to Scottsdale for his annual guys’ golf trip. And every year, we get the same invitation: “Let’s do breakfast or dinner while I’m in town!” It’s become a little tradition—Angie and I finding the right night to meet up and settling in for...
Havasupai Falls
Finally on the Trail: A Long-Awaited Backpacking Trip with Braden For years, Braden and I have tossed around the idea of going backpacking together. Every time we’d talk about it, it felt like one of those “someday” ideas—always out there on the horizon, always subject to the tides of...