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Introducing the Blue Jays. You should be seeing these guys make their Major League debut around 2032. If you are ever feeling down about life, go find a t-ball game and soak up the goodness. They may have no idea how to hit the ball or where to run once they do hit it, but...
Every spring some of my cousins get together for a weekend of camping and outdoor adventure. This year we chose the New River Gorge in Fayetteville, WV. Spanning the gorge almost 900ft over the New River, the bridge is a worthy attraction in it’s own right. Once a year, the bridge is legally open to...
My parents met in Wilmore, KY. My dad was in seminary and my mom was a student across the street at Asbury University. It served as a perfect location to gather again and celebrate a resurrection together.
Last week our Christmas travels brought us through our nation’s capital. We normally do everything humanly possible to move quickly around D.C. We travel at strange times. We explore alternate routes that avoid the giant D.C. parking lot, otherwise known as The Beltway. Today, however, we were tourists who lingered. From sunrise to sunset we...
The Heistand family is keeping the tooth fairy busy these days. Haines got knocked at pre-school (I’m sure he helped instigate the wrestling match) and discovered two loose teeth. Clement and Mason tried their best to pull the loosest one, but dad prevailed. As you can see below, Haines is a brave soul to allow...
Dad worked up a great surprise for mom this year: He figured out a way to secretly get all three sons home to celebrate mom’s birthday. Here’s the family meal he pulled off behind her back. Way to set a high bar dad.
Cue the Burl Ives and step into a North Carolina Christmas tradition. We are fortunate to live in the “Christmas tree capital of the world.” Our farmers don’t grow corn. They grow Fraser Fir Christmas trees and export them all over the country. Boone is bustling with vacationers who have come to cut their own...
I’m a breakfast guy. When we lived in Russia, one of the more challenging aspects was the lack of breakfast culture. Tea, fatty meat, and black bread just didn’t do it for me. Mason made the most of last night’s french bread, producing syrupy smiles all around. And yes, I have a sweet tooth.
