Nine years gone...

Thus begins my tenth year of blogging; so say we all. Pants. Group runs. Hoodies. Fires. The wind blowing through my beard, the coolness settling on my cheeks. Agendas. Pleasant surprises. Egg nog. Raking and raking and raking. Finishing a four book series. Picking up a half-read book that you can't understand why you put it down. Cold pizza. Ticket to Ride [Europe] and Carcassonne. Southern Comfort. Building shelves. Turning on the warehouse furnace. Getting married in nearly four months. Cinnamon rolls. A resurgence of Battlestar Galactica. Fake field goals that almost work. Waffles. Thanksgiving in just a couple of weeks. The continued learning of what it means to be a man following God and to truly live by dying to myself. Actually finding theology and non-fiction interesting again. Sleeping in a warm bed. Hoping for snow. The farm. Writing again. Knowing that everything will be alright.