I like to dad and I like to teach. Author of From Law to Logos, a short book about Galatians. I once made @roadtripviv laugh out loud.
One of the best lettering artists in our house.
This piece is called “Viv I bet you can’t climb all the way up” // Digital Photo // 2017
"I will not stop looking at you until you put your hand over your mouth and laugh."
Does anybody know where the last bite of the cinnamon-sugar pretzel went?
This reminds me of that one time I read an entire Dostoyevsky novel in order to feel honest using this line in a sermon.
Plot twist one: I wound up not using the line in that sermon.
Plot twist two: I didn't even like how the line was actually used in the novel.
Lord, make him an instrument of your peace. Where there is an opportunity to sucker-slap somebody, let him sow love.
A prayer that would be attributed to Saint Francis, if Saint Francis was Rowan's father.
Exercise by Zoë // Attempted dunk by Rowan.
Nine years ago I woke up early for a Vietnamese family ceremony, took a nap with a couple of my groomsmen, and then married my best friend. (Vivien, of course.)
I like to say that, as a couple, we love each other more than anyone we know. While the saying has grown on her, Vivien likes to dispute it. (She is right - we have much to learn about love from those who have been married longer and through more difficult seasons.)
But I do actually believe that we *like* each other more than any other pair of people like each other. Nine times out of nine-and-a-half there is no one in the world I would rather spend time with than Viv. (It is probably a blessing that she doesn't like Scotch. We do need some time apart I suppose.)
This has not been the easiest year, but it has been the best year because it was another year spent together.
Happy Anniversary, boo. LYLAS.
Row on stool.
I don't know if you know this, but Zoë loves sparkles and unicorns.
Rowan's workout: 3 sets of 10. Cool down with milk.