As we're wrapping up this H1N1 business here at the Peapod, (See how confident I am? No one else here is going to catch this thing...) I think it's time to thank a few folks who helped us through the week. Starting with Aunt/Doctor Becca (my sister)....

Greetings from Grandma and Papa's H1N1 Refugee Camp. Carrie and I have been here for 5 1/2 days now. We arrived Monday evening under the cover of dark, sneaking inside for what we thought would be a short stay. Daniel was with us and we quickly chose...

Michael's grandma is 98 years old. We received word earlier last week that she'd taken a turn for the worse and might not make it much longer. In light of that information, we decided to tell Brenna and prepare her for what might be coming. So after...

After I wrote the post about Donald Miller's new book, A Million Miles In A Thousand Years, I got to thinking about people I know who have made those incredible memories and lived a bit of a purposeful life. I'm not sure anyone lives an entire life...

I was fifteen years old and standing along the Rhine River in Germany. There were small pebble rocks under my feet and trees behind me. The sun was setting orange and pink over the water. Three of my friends stood beside me. The moment was peaceful and...