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August 17, 2014


By now, I'm sure there aren't many who have not heard of the ice bucket challenge as it is currently dominating social media in effort of bringing awareness to ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, often referred to as "Lou Gehrig's Disease"). I was nominated this weekend to participate by pouring ice water over my head or donate to the charity within 24 hours, as the challenge goes. I immediately chose to donate; consequently, I'm challenging whoever is reading this to do the same.

I was reading Pete Frates' story earlier (he's the inspiration behind the challenge) and found myself incredibly proud of people in general for listening to a voice amidst a struggle and now continuing to spread the word at a time where he can't vocally do it himself. The amount of exposure this disease is getting as a result of what is arguably the most successful charity campaign of our generation... maybe all time... is nothing short of genius and is quite an amazing thing to watch.

August 14, 2014


I'm not sure if these are amusing to anyone else or just Allison and me since we're her parents, but I have a feeling we'll look back one day enjoying that we captured some of Madison's random little comments (click here for more).

ALLISON:  I'm going to jump in the shower, I'll be back.
MADISON:  Don't mess up that pretty hair, okay?


MADISON:  I want Chinese food.
ME:  You do, huh?
MADISON:  (pats belly) Yummy, so good.


Both Madison and Benson are covered in a pile of laundry...
ME:  What are you doing?
MADISON:  I'm dressing him up like a movie star. He's going to look fabulous.


MADISON:  You know what I like?
ME:  What?
MADISON:  I like it when ladies have long hair and sing in microphones.


ALLISON:  What do you want for lunch?
MADISON:  Corn. Raisins. Cake. Yep, that's what I want.

August 12, 2014


I heard her padded footsteps, flat and short, across the hardwood floors of the bedroom I share with her mother and before I could open my eyes I felt her breath on my cheek. Judging by the amount of light filtered through the blinds that stretched across the foot of our bed in stripes of warmth, it was early.

“Wake up,” she whispered.

She patiently stood inches from my face and as soon as I allowed the blues of my eyes to peek through my lids, she lifted her cupped hands for me to see. She smiled and I did the same in return. Regardless of the time, any morning I get to grab a few extra moments with her is a good morning indeed.

“I have a present for you,” she said.

With her tiny hands still palm to palm, I hoisted her into the bed careful not to wake her mother beside me and I sat up to face her. She smiled even bigger and I couldn’t help but mirror her excitement as she moved her hands holding the gift she brought towards me.

“Open it,” she said. “Open!”

I pulled her hands apart with my own and exaggerated shock, as a parent does. I lifted the invisible gift from her grasp and told her I loved it, I told her thank you, I told her she didn’t have to give me anything… then I asked what it was.

“Sunshine, Daddy.”

I hugged her tighter than any time before, a challenge that continues presenting itself at every sunrise. I really did love it. I really was thankful. It was the best gift I’ve ever received and, little does she know, she’s been giving it to me every day since she was born.

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