This is my buddy, Jake (I didn’t take the photo, though).
Month: January 2019
A Poem By My Seven Year Old Daughter
The waves roar, But your heart is bright. The thunder roars, But you tell us not to fright. This was her first poem ever, and already better than me. She wrote it on her own, and gave it to my wife.
Creative Love
The love of God does not find, but creates, that which is pleasing to it. The love of man comes into being through that which is pleasing to it. -Martin Luther, Heidelberg Disputation, no. 28
Morning, Handsome
I got the mug for Christmas from my lovely wife, and this spoon (although carved New Year’s Eve) was the first one I finished in 2019. Here’s to many more.
