Meet our Warren Joseph. A son. So different from the responsibility and privilege of raising a daughter, and yet so distinctly precious. Savannah was the first of a new generation…
Truthfully, I always imagined myself raising boys. I just assumed that, with all my affection for order and organization, the Lord would throw in some boys to leave muddy little…
I’m still figuring out how to do life somewhere between these sunscreen lathered and wind-styled extremes...the planned and the purposeful versus the spontaneous and simple joy-soaked.
