The pastor proclaimed triumphantly, "You may kiss the bride;" just as the new couple commenced their long-anticipated Hollywood movie moment with the swelling music and admiring onlookers, the three-year-old ring bearer with a buzz cut—my brother—cried out in a painfully clear voice, "EWWWWW!!!" Every wedding is unique and comes with its own set of stories... Continue Reading →
The Dating Game
Duck poop. That was my first date with Riley. Two wide-eyed college kids went out for dinner and then put down a blanket to watch an Oklahoma sunset at the lake . . . surrounded by duck poop. Romantic, no? In honor of the month of love, I'll be spending a little time working through... Continue Reading →