Twelve years ago this journey began. Our twin boys were six and I initially just wrote about the cute stuff they did. In fact, the name of this blog came to be because one day I heard them chanting “ihopeiwinatoaster; ihopeiwinatoaster” over and over in the basement. Time passed, I tried to go a little deeper, say important things. However, those cute boys are at university now and their stories are their own. So, what’s an old blogger to do? Well, I guess that’s what I am trying to find out.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Vimeo Test (Private)
Bill thinks he marked this private. He is wrong. I just hit publish. You see, he posted that ridiculous Hand and Bolt thing Friday after I left. He knows we are trying to get away from that style, trying to distance ourselves from the story of these boys, he knows that he must move on.
He doesn't want to.
We have to.
(The video is close-captioned.)
I do feel obliged to tell you that he did have a very nice piece on faith and fatherhood published on City Dads Group. He's not nearly as good as the writers he's been thrown in with. Ones who wouldn't end a sentence with not one, but two, prepositions.
Here's a link "Teach Faith to Children So They Can Find Their Own Prayer"
Peace to you all,
Other-one-me
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love letters,
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