considering this diem carped

Charles Hanley was baptized today at Broad Street Presbyterian Church, and celebrated afterward at a local park.
I wish we'd taken more pictures of the gathering - the cousins and the cupcakes and the pulled pork and the people who travelled so far.
It was such a good day.  I hope Hank always knows how loved he is.



There's a sign on our fridge that says All you need is love & WiFi.
It's funny because it's true.
Sort of.
But also I should amend the sign to add & a kitchen fairy.  


who he is, and how he is

We don’t wish for him to win all the chin up contests or the spelling bees or the cocktail parties.
We don’t need him to be the best at anything.
But we do hope he will continue to find activities that leave him feeling like he had fun, things that give him some measure of joy just in the doing, friends who are interested in the same stuff.
We try our best to help him unlock his potential, to let him pursue his passions and develop his own purpose.
Even if that means there are cereal crumbs all over the kitchen counter because maybe the iron fortified flakes are magnetic?
Even if that means his Halloween costume is slightly unconventional slash cannot possibly be purchased online or at the store.
Even if that means he's not scoring soccer goals or spending overnights at scout camp.
We do not want him to tie his identity to what he has or what he does rather than to who he is and how he is.
As parents we may be partial, but we are regularly amazed at the original ideas he brings into the world, and entirely besotted with our big boy.



We've noticed recently that Tolliver gets a kick out of interacting with young girls.  I mean, it'd be fair to call him a bit of a ladies' man.
At tailgating last week he was quick to deliver a bottle of water to a lovely high school coed.
One afternoon not long ago, as I spoke to a group of third grade runners, Tollie vied for their attention by interrupting me repeatedly to tell the girls what he remembered about Celia.
And at church, during part of an intergenerational game, he would not let me or Tucker help with his playing cards, but carefully took turns picking each of the pretty gals from the youth group to read for him.

The good news is he's not yet singularly focused, and still has plenty of game in other arenas, too:
building arsenals with wooden blocks, playing Bug Bingo and exploring the physics of fulcrums, to name a few.


seven months

and I can literally feel my heart swell when I look at him.


So many Saturdays

in Old Columbus Town.