It was 5:18 a.m. and the sun was just creeping in through my bedroom window as I pried my eyes open against the call of more sleep. Everything is fuzzy in those first few moments before I have my glasses on, but I have a clear focal distance of about four inches, and that’s exactly how far away the eyes were, wide open and clear, and the thin-lipped mouth rhythmically expelling warm breath that said, sweet and hushed, “Hi, Dad.” (more…)
A partial list of the reasons my children have given for not wearing pants and the irrefutable logic they’ve used to shoot down my rebuttals.
We built a fence last weekend, and now I feel guilty about it. (more…)
I have mixed feelings about Christian music. On the one hand, I’m lazy and it’s nice that I don’t have to spend much energy interpreting the music or lyrics; they’re typically pretty plain, the leftovers from last year’s mainstream pop coated in the faux cheeriness and platitudes of a new youth pastor. (more…)
I’m a father of four kids under the age of 5, husband to my greatest blessing, and a reborn-a-couple-of-times Christian. Professionally I'm an editor, writer, and creative consultant, but my real job is trying to be a better husband and father. I started YCD because fatherhood is really damn hard, and we don’t talk about that enough. Let's change that.
