Can I say it’s actually life in itself? I just love life. It’s hard but in between the meanness (does that word excist?) and injustice there is so much love, kindness, joy, laughter and that makes it SO sweet. I can mention EVERYTHING. The sweet talk with my aunt on the phone who lives abroad who cares about me like a mother, the kind words of my uncle through the phone who lives in yet another country who cares about me like a father, the crazyness of my 90-year old grandmother who also lives somewhere else (yes, I have family everywhere). My grandma beats it all really.

the sound of a wonderful acoustic guitar, the poetry of e.e. cummings, the music of Paul Hindemith, the paintings of Mark Rothko, the cinema of Quentin Tarantino, the company of my beautiful wife, the beauty of my children’s love, laughing and sharing life with great friends, microbrewed beer, walking around a city that i’ve never been to before, a West Texas sunset, SaltLick BarBQ, San Antonio, a powerful Drum Corps show, did i say beer?, leading worship, Big Bend National Park, Texas Tech Football, and my new skylight-European Futbol.