Dear little people,

I don't have any smart advice for you that will make you better people. Ok, scratch that. I have a LOT of advice to give you. But it would bore us all to tears if I tried to put it all in one place. Instead, you should know one simple fact above all. You are loved beyond compare. There is no measurement for it. Your Daddy may not be the best at showing it, but it's there anyway. Watching you grow into bigger people every day is the single most rewarding gift that God allowed me. When I look into each of your faces, I see a universe of wonder and hope. Thank you for being you. I remain awe inspired at what your futures will bring. 

Love, Dad

Been a minute

I'm hardly on this blog any more. Not because I don't enjoy putting words on the screen, but because I hardly use my laptop computer any more.

Ah, but there is a solution to my gradual cultural change: the mobile blog app.

That's what I'm using now, typing words by punching tiny letters on my phone's screen.

I've never gotten used to the touch-activated devices, including this one.

The smart feature known as auto-correct has been as much of a hindrance as it has been a help.

For example, last week, I sent a memo to some of my staff. I used this smart phone to type it all out. When I typed the word "reporters," i misspelled it and the blasted phone thought I wanted to hurl an explicit word toward my crew instead. The F-word with "ers" at the end.

Several... (ahem) reporters got a laugh at my expense.

Hopefully my renewed interest in blogging thanks to the discovery of the app won't be deterred by auto-correct or the imagination within.