Capturing the Moment

Bethany tonight honored her brother and (soon-to-be) sister-in-law with a wonderful speech at the rehearsal dinner. She did it with a nice blend of fun memories, real-life insights, and heartfelt encouragement. I think she did a marvelous job “capturing the moment.”

Hello everyone. If you don’t know me, my name is Bethany, and I have the pleasure of being Andrew’s sister. I’m so thankful to be standing here tonight for this very special moment that we’ve waited for for a long … long … long … long time.

If you know Andrew, you know his creative passion for filmmaking. Because Andrew discovered this passion at a fairly young age, he has been able to do something really special for his friends and family over the years, and that is he’s been able to capture the moment.

Andrew has done such a great job capturing all the wonderful moments in our lives, so tonight I would like to help capture the moment we are in right now. The eve of the day we get to watch these dearly loved people get married and begin their journey through God’s greatest blessing of marriage.

Now, not all of our moments have been captured on camera, so tonight I want to help capture the moment by sharing some moments that weren’t. As you can imagine, growing up with Andrew was certainly an adventure. And if you didn’t know, before Andrew dated An, he never had a girlfriend.

And we have this theory in our family as to why Andrew never had a girlfriend. For most of his adolescence, Andrew really was not boyfriend material. He just wasn’t. And that’s because Andrew has always been husband material.

So, for example, Andrew might not have been great boyfriend material because as a child he was a little…aloof. The kind of aloof that gets you caught in a situation with a police costume he used to have. Somehow while playing with said police costume, Andrew got his ankles handcuffed together … and he had lost the key. All while only wearing … only underwear.

I have this image burned into by brain of Andrew’s feet handcuffed together, him wearing my dad’s t-shirt, while we scoured the front yard looking for the missing key to his handcuffs. I honestly can’t even remember how we got him out of those things. So maybe Andrew wasn’t quite boyfriend material since he was slightly aloof. But he definitely is husband material.

Also in our childhood, I had a season of time that I had bad nightmares. Andrew, in his great creativity and compassion, designed an intricate “bad dream catcher” for my room, made out of strings and laundry baskets and all sorts of things. He had a very detailed explanation for how this bad dream catcher worked and would help get rid of my bad dreams.

Yes, Andrew is husband material because he will always find a way to help you, An. He will come up with a solution to help and protect you in your fears and always wish you sweet dreams.

In our teenage years, Andrew still hadn’t become boyfriend material yet. Andrew had a really great group of guy friends in our youth group at church that he spent time with. My parents hosted an incredible amount of sleepovers in those years. Sometimes for Andrew and his friends to stay up all night drinking Mountain Dew and playing video games, and sometimes for me to have my friends to sleepover and stay up all night watching chick-flicks and talking about those boys in the youth group.

One night, the group of guys found out the girls were having a sleepover. As my girlfriends and I were in the basement watching a movie, Andrew thought it would be a great idea to mess with us. We had a walkout basement with a sliding glass door beneath out wooden deck above. So, Andrew and his friends proceeded to hang his paintball mask from the deck so we could see it through the glass door … and light it on fire. Andrew wasn’t boyfriend material yet because he was much more concerned with scaring the living daylights out of girls instead of impressing them.

However, that same teenage boy was also the boy that literally took someone who had nowhere to go. Andrew had a friend from school that had an incredibly tough home life and was no longer welcome in his home. Andrew invited that boy to live with us and walked through those years with him—all the way through graduation. Andrew is husband material because he is faithful and loyal and a real friend. He will be faithful and loyal to you, An, and he will be the best friend you could ask for.

By the time Andrew arrived at young adulthood, he still was not quite at boyfriend material. On one occasion, he tried to go to the Berkshire Mall in Reading. Somehow, he got lost along the way and wound up in Delaware. Still aloof.

However, once again he proved that he was definitely husband material. Like most college students, Andrew didn’t have a whole lot of money. But when a friend experienced some significant medical problems, Andrew emptied his bank account to pay their bills. Andrew will be a great husband to you, An, because he will give you everything he has without a second thought. He will love you sacrificially and wholly.

So, as we capture this moment now, I am thankful for where we are right here in this moment. Because today makes it all make sense—why Andrew wasn’t boyfriend material before. It’s because he hadn’t yet met An. Andrew wasn’t boyfriend material for anyone else. It was always supposed to be An. Because together, they truly are a perfect match.

And I know, like I’ve always known, that Andrew is going to be a wonderful husband to An because An is absolutely, positively, without a doubt, wife material. She is kind and patient and encouraging and sweet and thoughtful. Andrew will be a great husband because An is going to be a great wife, and, together, their marriage will certainly glorify the Lord.

So, if you can capture this moment in your mind, before your lives change forever tomorrow—in the best way possible, I want to say that this moment is capture-worthy. And I am so glad it’s here.

So, blessings to you, Andrew and An. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight” … and your marriage great.

Post-Holiday Update

My apologies for such a long hiatus. Life has been full and meaningful since posting three weeks ago. I just needed that “long winter’s nap” to recover from everything. 🙂 But I’ve missed you! Anyway, our Christmas Eve candlelight service was rich and wonderful, not to mention well attended. Samuel and Levi practiced their parts (singing “Silent Night” and “Joy to the World” while standing next to me with lit candles), and they nailed it.

After worship, we watched—at Drew’s request—the first part of Jesus of Nazareth, focusing on the Gospel Infancy Narratives. Peter Ustinov hits it out of the park as Herod the Great. Olivia Hussey (what a name for someone playing the blessed virgin Mary!) is likewise stellar in her role as the mother of Christ. In fact, except for a few duds along the way, this epic film from the mid-80s is very well cast and perfectly set. I have the script almost memorized.

Our Christmas Day celebration was magical, too, especially with the boys growing in their awareness of what the fuss is really all about. After verifying that Jesus was in the manger, and singing “Happy Birthday” to him, we read together from Matthew 2 and then opened our gifts. Christmas dinner followed, and then the kids were off to their next stop.

The next day we traveled to Delaware and spent half a week with Sonya’s siblings and their families. The food and desserts we enjoyed were amazing, but my stomach (thankfully) can’t hold what it used to, and it (unthankfully) lets me know that in various ways! It’s great to be down 65 lbs., but I’d still like to go 15 more. That might require getting back in the pool. We’ll see.

On Sunday, January 4, we hosted an Epiphany party at our house for neighbors, friends, and church members. That, too, was well attended, and it was fun to connect with all who came. I get a little sad when all the festivities are over, but there’s much to look forward to in the coming year. Leading the list is Andrew’s wedding in May. In addition to planning on all the arrangements, he and An are looking for a house close to where they work.

Right now, Sight & Sound is in their “changeover” period, which means long and strange hours as they get ready for their new show (Joshua). It’s a massive effort to coordinate all aspects of a major theater production. The new cast rehearses during the day, which pushes the tech team to have to work second- and third-shift hours. But I’m already getting hints that it’s going to be amazing.

Additionally, their film, A Great Awakening, is set to release in theaters on Easter weekend. Andrew has a small role in it, and Sonya is an extra—a townsperson attending Whitefield’s revival service. With multiple takes for that scene, she says she got saved seven times during the filming. 🙂

Yesterday we celebrated Micah’s birthday here at our house, complete with a big dinner from Tosco’s. His boys love him to pieces, as do we. He’s such a good husband and father, and he just got elected (unanimously) to be a deacon at his church. He’s also a big cheese where he works, and they love the value he brings to the practice.

My own research and writing efforts have included a massive study on the Trinity, along with my doctoral dissertation on the torn veil in the temple. Both are going well, albeit slower than I would like. The outside teaching and speaking calendar is also coming into view, and it looks like the year ahead will be full and inspirational. I suppose my main prayer request would be for good health, energy, and focus to accomplish it all. There’s a lot of noise in the world right now, and it’s all too easy to be sucked into the vortex of its never-ending brokenness.

Until the warm weather returns, I’ll be inside the house building forts with Samuel and Levi. They recently discovered the magic of creating their little man caves, and I’m here for it.

Be well.

‘Smores are yummy. And messy.
Less on the face means more in the belly!
My helpers to clear the snow.
I wonder where Andrew gets his silliness from.
Every year Micah defiles our Nativity scene. This year it was a Crystal Cave sign.
Something for everyone.
By the chimney with care.
Ready to feast.
The stuff we shouldn’t eat.
Getting ready for the kids to stop by on Christmas morning.
The ceramic tree and the gumdrop tree.
Lyrics we were singing to my mom when she went to be with Jesus.
Two of my gifts opening a gift.
An elf from the North Pole.
Microphones for the boys.
Inside the latest fort.
It’s more like a Bedouin tent.
More ‘smores.
Happy birthday, Micah!
Speaking of mid-80s, here’s a schmaltzy one from that period. Anyway, it’s nice to be back.

Never without Hope

It was a sad weekend in our neck of the woods. First, we got news that one of our parishioners, who was recently diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia, will need a second (and more aggressive) round of chemotherapy to reach remission before her care team will do any bone marrow treatments. We feel horrible on her behalf, but we are not without hope.

Second, a parishioner from a previous church had her ashes spread on Saturday. Her husband and sons are in deep grief for this wife and mother who died all too young. “For dust you are, and to dust you will return” (Genesis 3:19). She knew Christ as her Lord and Savior, so here again, we are not without hope.

Finally, we got news yesterday that my sister-in-law had to put her dog Buddy down. We would dog sit him whenever she and her husband went on vacation. Rescued out of a horrible situation nine years ago, Buddy was the kindest, most chill creature we’ve ever known. Yet even here we are not without hope. Apparently, all dogs go to heaven. (Except for Puffy, the demon-possessed Pomeranian.)

All this came on the heels of a hellish news week, one featuring terrorism and death around the world and here at home. Again. (And some of it was done in the name of the twisting of one of the world’s major religions.) Who cannot sympathize with the ancient lament, “How long, O Lord?”

But through all the hard times of life, God cares for his people. That’s why he came to us on that first Christmas. God in Christ didn’t avoid the miseries of this world. Rather, he entered into those miseries, experienced them firsthand, and then swallowed them up. He’s coming again someday to make all things new. In the meantime, we can count on his lavishing love to carry us through the hard times.

Bethany told me a while back that she won’t be able to attend a Christmas Eve service when I’m gone. I said to my precious little girl, “You need to be brave and go light those candles like you always do. The light they hold represents all that gives us hope beyond the grave.”

Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

Christmas Eve—and all that it represents—is everything. Everything.

Have a good cry if you need to when life is hard. “Blessed are those who mourn,” said Jesus. He should know. Christ had tears streaming down his own cheeks on more than one occasion, too. He was “a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief.” So you’re in good company if you “lose it” once in a while. It’s o.k. to not be o.k. for a season. After all, it’s only a season. “Joy comes in the morning.”

So, dare to cling to hope. And let Hope himself cling to you. The Christmas manger leads to an empty tomb. It’s still a Christ-kissed earth that we live on, so we are never without hope.

And Now They’re Teaching Us

Last Sunday night our son, Andrew, gave a stimulating presentation on star formation at our church’s Faith & Science Center’s first public event. It was a beautiful evening of Scripture, stargazing, prayer, worship, and discussion at the Myerstown Rod & Gun Club on Route 501. The weather was perfect, and the night sky was clear.

Drew’s knowledge of astronomy is light years ahead of my own, and it was a joy to hear him make connections between biblical truth and celestial realities. We talk often about the apparent expansion of the universe and its implications (e.g., heat death, entropy, the laws of thermodynamics, etc.).

One question that I particularly enjoy exploring with him: If the universe represents all known reality, what is it expanding into? It’s a scientific conundrum featuring inevitable intersections with theology. After all, Christians believe in the invisible/spiritual realm as much as we believe in the visible/natural realm. Drew explains it like a balloon being blown up, but he freely admits that the analogy breaks down because a balloon is always blown up in a room of some sort.

Pascal once said something to the effect that the purpose of rationality is to expose the limits of rationality. So, while it’s fun to watch Drew’s mind work, it’s even more gratifying to watch him take his place as a finite creature beneath the infinite Creator who gave him his wonderful mind in the first place. We share a common conviction that science, in the end, is really a study of God’s imagination.


This past Saturday afternoon, our daughter, Bethany, gave an engaging presentation on how to study the Bible at our church’s second annual Women’s Retreat. In her breakout session, she spoke to a packed room of ladies about a simple yet powerful method called “O-I-A,” which stands for Observe, Interpret, and Apply. She explained the method with joy, humor, clear explanations, and a specific example from Paul’s letter to the Ephesians.

She had handouts, PowerPoint slides, and a rolling Q&A time as she illustrated the method. I was delighted at how impactful it was. In fact, right now I’m teaching a Thursday night Growth Group at Ephrata Community Church called, “How to Read the Bible for All Its Worth,” and I sat there thinking to myself, “She could easily teach this method to my students, and they would benefit greatly by using it in their own lives.” (I need to ask her what she’s doing this Thursday night.)

I especially appreciated her emphasis on authorial intention, historical-cultural context, and the logical development of an apostolic assertion that can be uncovered with patient observation. (“Tracing the argument” is what we call it in seminary.) Particularly helpful was her encouragement to identify, where possible, the persons of the Trinity that may be at work in the passage.

On Friday night Bethany told me she had too much to say and not enough time to say it. It was more evidence she’s not adopted. Like father, like daughter. I encouraged her to do the best she could with the time she had, and she did. Though I’m surely biased, I think she hit it out of the park. And just like her father after every sermon is delivered or every lesson is given, she wasn’t totally convinced it was as good as it really was. (More evidence she’s genetically mine.) Bethany seriously needs to consider becoming a women’s retreat speaker herself. She has a lot to offer others, probably more than she realizes.


All that to say this: I’m immensely proud of my two kids. To sit under their teaching now and learn new things from them is a parent’s dream come true. They know Jesus, and they’re making him known. As the Apostle John put it, “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth” (3 John 4). Thank you, Lord, for your goodness to us.

Missing the Boys

Bethany and the boys traveled to North Carolina this week along with Sonya to visit Sonya’s brother, so I’m missing Samuel and Levi right now. I’m grateful for the Face Times we’ve had, but I’d rather play with them in person and give them belly zerbits. It sounds like they miss me almost as much as I miss them, but they’re having a blast.

Uncle Joel works at (and lives right next to) a golf resort, so he took the boys on a ride in his golf cart. I think they’re hooked. Aunt Donna had a massive spread of Thomas the Tank Engine trains for them to play with. So, they’re feeling all the love. In the meantime, I’m just getting caught up on some projects that have piled up during my recent speaking gigs. So is Micah. We pledged not to bother each other this week. We’re just two introverts meeting together in separate places. 😊

Levi’s Dedication Day

Levi was dedicated to the Lord this past week at his home church. It was fitting that the occasion fell on Mother’s Day. During the ceremony, Samuel burped. And just in case anybody missed it, he smiled and said, “Burp!” At one point, Levi yawned, and the pastor said, “O.k., I’ll hurry up.” It was delightful to be there.

After church, we went out to eat and then hung out at our house for a bit. The video below shows Levi walking around with a doughnut, complete with icing on his nose. The first pic is from the dedication, and the other is from Saturday’s swim lesson with Samuel. Only three more sessions to go. Levi keeps asking when it will be his turn. I’m ready whenever they sign him up!


“…to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.” (Isaiah 61:3)

Passing Along the Family (Sports) Business

I just found out that I’ll be taking Samuel to Saturday morning swim lessons at our local YMCA. The 30-minute classes start later this month and go through early June. The best part is that I’m allowed to go in the water with him to help him work on his skills!

I’m beyond excited to spend some quality aqua-time with this little guy. He already loves the water with the protection of assistive flotation devices, but now it’s time for him to learn how to swim. Maybe someday he’ll take up the sport and swim competitively like yours truly. But whatever he and his brother get into, I’ll be in the stands cheering them on.

Below are a few recent pics. Some are from our church’s Easter Egg Hunt, some are from the birthday bash we had for Andrew last week, and some are from the current parking lot renovation project at our church. Enjoy!

Samuel and his daddy at the egg hunt.
Samuel likes the fancy ones.
Sonya helping Levi.
“I can do it myself, Gaga.”
Assessing the haul with daddy.
Samuel won the top prize at his church’s egg hunt.
The boys and I checking out the construction project. Do you like our matching Phillies hats?
Let’s make it a picnic.
Little boys love dirt.
And little boys love construction vehicles.
I tickled Samuel all night at Tino’s Texas Roadhouse birthday dinner.
Did I mention that little boys love dirt?

The Snowboyz

Life with these little guys keeps getting better and better. They’re eager for warmer weather, but they enjoy the snow, too. It’s the bitter cold they can do without. (I’m guessing that’s genetic.) Samuel informed us a few weeks ago that we’ll be joining him and his brother Levi at the Outer Banks later this year. O.k., then. It’s a date!

Bonus

Here’s a rich and helpful song for those clinging to faith in the hard times. We just started singing it at our church.

Post-Holiday Collage

The past month has been a flurry of hospitality at our house, so I haven’t had a lot of time to write blog posts. From the various Christmas parties and out-of-town guests we’ve hosted, to last week’s church Epiphany party at our place, I’m now ready for that long winter’s nap. Before collapsing, I thought I would share some random photos from the last several weeks. As always, the highlight was standing at the front of the church with the whole crew at the end of the Christmas Eve service, holding candles during “Silent Night,” “King of Kings,” and “Joy to the World.” Samuel took his role very seriously, holding his (battery-operated) candle high for Jesus. Alas, we don’t have a picture of that precious moment. Otherwise, Enjoy!

The Christmas table is set.
The renovated kitchen made serving a breeze.
Our guests seemed to like the beverage center, complete with the tea collection.
By tradition, the boys “camp out” in their living room on Christmas Eve.
Levi, our little star.
Joyful Samuel getting ready for bed in his new PJs.
Uncle Joel playing baseball with the boys in our backyard.
Now batting, little Levi.
Samuel had to show off his tree fort that Papa made him.
Over Christmas, “Buddy” is the name of a dog, not an elf.
Boom whackers were a hit for the cousins.
Most of the new toys were a hit.
Grown-ups playing Mexican Train, always a blast.
Bundled up blessings.
We took the boys to Cabella’s to see the animal displays.
Samuel and Papa on the footbridge.
Little boys love their marbles.
Cousins came and went…
…and posed for the annual picture when they were here.
Feasting is fun. And messy.
We got the boys a snow rocket, which they love (with or without snow).

The Sheer Delight of Tractors and Trains

It’s been far too long since I’ve posted pictures of our munchkins, but these little guys continue to be a source of great joy and delight in my life. I’m beyond blessed to be able to watch them on Wednesdays and Friday nights (i.e., the pizza and sleepover night). A few shots below show their love of tractors and trains. You can also see their Trunk-or-Treat costumes—a firefighter and a Dalmatian, with Mom and Dad serving as the firetruck. Super adorable! My own “trunk” this year conveyed yet another post-season collapse by the Phillies. Only one word came to mind for the sign. 😊

The Boys and Beowulf

We had a glorious time with our munchkins last week—nine whole days while mommy and daddy took a second honeymoon to Cabo, Mexico. We went to the pool, did tractor rides, visited a petting park, played at the playground, got ice cream, read stories, played in the toy room and backyard, went to church, and had a blast every single day. The best part was getting to do daily cuddles at nap time and bedtime. It’s a deep joy to just hold Samuel and Levi and watch them as they fall asleep. We created some treasured memories that will last a lifetime. The pics and clips below are just a few highlights of the many I could share.

In other news, my sister moved into our place earlier today. She was exhausted from the journey and is a bit weaker and thinner than I had expected. And getting the place ready was a lot more emotional than I thought it would be. I set around pictures and knick-knacks from the old days, along with dishes, plates, and other items from our time growing up in East Reading, PA. Featured prominently are some of my mother’s counted cross-stitch creations. Then there are the bowls of nonpareils, spearmint gummies, and Swedish fish that our Nana always had setting out during the year.

Cancer is a dragon, but love is the Beowulf that can slay it in the end. Rumor has it that eternity is an exuberant and sanctified mead hall. So, onward we go to the heavenly Heorot, one day at a time.

Addendum

The kids at our “Stellar” VBS got a kick out of tonight’s character, Luna. In large measure, that was because she has blue hair. More than one child encouraged to make my hair blue, too. What do you think?

Bedtime Catechism

Samuel’s tuck-in time usually involves a bedtime catechism of some sort. Below is a recent night featuring some Bible quizzing. I got emotional at the end of the clip because Isaiah 12:2b was the very first Bible verse I ever memorized (thanks to the VBS teachers at the Fairview Street Mennonite Church in Reading, PA a long time ago). I doubt, however, that I was this adorable in my recitation of it. Below are a few other recent snaps and vids. Enjoy!

And a couple shots of our sanctuary before an incredible day of celebrating the resurrection.

Image credit: freepik.com

In addition to which…

It was fun to watch the coverage of the eclipse and see even professional commentators get emotional at the spectacle (cf. Psalm 19:1). Andrew went to Ashtabula, OH (which was in the path of totality) to get better pictures. Sonya decided at the last minute to go with him, so I stayed home alone to celebrate with Oreos.

Just kidding. That’s a cool meme making its rounds on social media, but here’s an old song that comes to mind when it comes to all things eclipse.

The Boys and the Blossoms

There are so many reasons for joy in this neck of the woods right now. First, Andrew is thriving in his new role at Sight & Sound. He’s part of the lighting team for their newest production, Daniel, which premiered last week. From his description, theater lighting at that level is much more sophisticated than I had ever imagined, but he’s well suited and trained for it. (His undergrad studies were in film and media arts at Temple University.) Not many people get to say they work in professional music theater—let alone Christian musical theater. He says the show is not to be missed. I get to see it on April 11, which is his birthday.

Second, I got wonderful feedback on my latest dissertation chapter. I’m over the moon about it since this one had heavy doses of Sumerian and Akkadian in it, which I’m hardly an expert in but worked hard to get oriented to. It featured lots of Greek and Hebrew, too, along with a handful of other languages, but I was on edge about the Sumerian and Akkadian because the title of one of my readers is “Professor of Old Testament and Ancient Semitic Languages.” You can imagine the pressure a title like that conveys. It was, by far, the hardest chapter to write, so I really think I can pick up the pace now. Still, academic writing is awfully tedious, so we’ll see how it goes. I’m nerd enough to enjoy it.

Third, the boys continue to grow and delight everyone around them. How cool is it that we live just 10 minutes away from Samuel and Levi? We get to watch them almost every Wednesday and keep them overnight nearly every Friday, which is pizza night. Saturday mornings may involve some  cartoons and pancakes. Oh, and the toy room. And yard time. Below are some pics and clips of these precious munchkins.

Fourth, the flower beds are starting to explode with signs of spring. My cherry tree is always stunning this time of year, and the daffs have really shot up, along with the hyacinths. I eagerly await the arrival of the tulips. Maybe they’ll get here by Easter, which just happens to be my birthday this year. But no one’s allowed to call attention to it. That day belongs to Christ alone.

Finally, below is an interesting tune by Coldplay, “Up with the Birds,” voted one of the top songs about springtime. I’m not sure I would have put it on the list, but a reviewer calls it “one of the most hopeful and optimistic things we’ve ever heard. The combination of cheerful lyrics and the enchanting string of instruments in the background has us feeling like we’re floating right into the warmer season.”

How ’bout we just stay in springtime?

Either way, enjoy!

Levi at 8 months.
No more pictures, Mommy. I’ve got things to do.
Brotherly love.
Learning to take turns.
Flowers for Mommy.
Micah gets a father-of-the-year award for this.
Double trouble at Home Depot.
Loving little Levi.
No poker face on this dude.
The view out my home office window.
The flowering cherry is a gift I’ll always treasure.
The daffs are here.
And here.
And here. (I need to re-set the decorative rocks.)
The flower beds have come alive.
The hyacinths await the arrival of the tulips.
Home, sweet, home.

Aquagenetics

Swimming must be in the genes. Micah and Bethany took Samuel and Levi this past weekend to a hotel in Grantville, PA, one with an indoor swimming pool. They had a great time. Both boys enjoyed a couple days splashing around in the water and playing with their toys in the room, along with some cartoon watching. They also enjoyed a good “break-ey” Saturday morning featuring yummy pancakes and “milkies.” The joy on their faces almost makes up for our not getting to keep them overnight on Friday. Forecasts call for spring-like temperatures this week, so maybe we’ll get to take them to the park on Wednesday, provided it doesn’t rain. But, hey, since they like the water so much….

An Avalanche of Adorableness, Part 2

Below are more recent pics and clips of Samuel and Levi. They had a blast in the snowstorm last Saturday. Also included are some shots of the new Toy Room I made for them. Their great-grandmother’s bedroom has been repurposed in a way we think she would love. The long-term plan is to take out the inside wall of the addition and make the entire space a large primary bedroom suite, complete with a kitchenette, sizable bathroom, and massive walk-in closet. Emotionally speaking, we’re just not ready to do that yet. Besides, the boys will need a toy room for only so long, so now is the time to let them use it.

Samuel loves being outside in any kind of weather.
Levi is not a big fan of the cold just yet.
Do you want to build a snowman? Let’s go!
Father and son working together.
Samuel found a stick for one of the arms.
Samuel gave up one of his cheese sticks for the nose.
How does snow taste, anyway?
Brotherly love.
More brotherly love.
The completed Toy Room.
The fully stocked “toy castle.”
Lots of options for a fun time.
Toys for racing, riding, and jumping.