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August 26, 2014


She often asks if we can move to the beach and deep down I hope there comes a time where I’ll respond with a resounding yes, but for now I answer the request with a maybe one day and a hopefully so leaving room for the possibility. 

Every time we visited the sandy shore this summer she all but dove into the welcoming, temperamental waves of the Atlantic and every time she asked to stay longer and she asked with such eagerness that it was hard to pull her away. We took advantage of every opportunity that presented itself over the last few months to revisit the ocean that all three of us find peace in, to hear the whispers of wind blowing in from the surf, to smell the salt that we taste on our lips and to watch the world round off in the distance with our daydreams resting on the horizon. 

There’s something about the calming rush of water meeting land that puts everything into perspective, that reiterates just how powerful and perfect and possible it all is when left up to Him and while this summer was fairly laid back, it was definitely one for the books.

August 24, 2014


I remember walking into the dimly lit room, choosing a row from the many options that branched off from the aisle and unfolding the bottom portion of my selected seat, to watch The Lion King as it filled a large screen at the front of the theater.  I was just shy of double digits age-wise and had recently developed a love for Sour Patch Kids when I watched the transformation of an impatient lion cub who couldn’t wait to be king earn his throne. I watched as his spiteful uncle scarred by evil let his ill intentions loose on the kingdom and I watched as various animals sang their way through it all.

This weekend, I watched it through my daughter’s eyes and it was like seeing it again for the first time. The joyous yet challenging role Mufasa faced as he attempted to protect and parent Simba was more apparent this time around than I remember initially. I watched as my daughter smiled and laughed at a meerkat with a warthog as a sidekick. I watched as she cringed and wrinkled her nose at three hyenas (high-ninas as she pronounced it). I fell in love with the film all over again, an occurrence that seems to happen more often than not these days… such is the circle of life, I suppose.

August 21, 2014


Recently, my wife and I have been making an effort to eat healthier and cleaner and in doing so we've been switching up our usual breakfast of various bars to something more filling and natural. Among the rotation is a five minute breakfast we find ourselves coming back to more often than not... a cinnamon apple breakfast pizza. I'm honestly not sure where we saw the idea originally and attempting to search for it just now proved that we're not the only ones waking up to this in the morning, it seems to be everywhere and in several different variations; however, this is how we make it.

1 tablespoon peanut butter
apple, thinly sliced
whole wheat tortillas

On a flat tortilla, spread the peanut butter then layer the apple slices overlapping each other slightly until the entire tortilla is covered. (Note: We use one apple and we're able to cover two tortillas with slices leftover for our three year old's breakfast.) Sprinkle cinnamon on top, as much as desired. Done! Less than five minutes and breakfast is served.

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