Start of Something

Judah leans in, eyes wide, mouth open—on the edge of saying something, though words don’t belong to him yet. Micah stares back, solid, unmoving. Their hands reach out, tiny fingers grasping at fabric, at air, at something deeper they don’t yet understand. They don’t know what this moment means. But I do. I see my … Continue reading Start of Something →

I Will Teach My Boy to Be a Dangerous Man

This poem is inspired by Lucas Jones’s powerful vision of raising boys to be dangerous men. While his message resonates deeply, I found it missing one essential piece: Christ. Without Him, courage and strength lack the foundation they need to endure. Boys must learn not only to stand firm and fight boldly, but to do … Continue reading I Will Teach My Boy to Be a Dangerous Man →

Unscripted

The other night, I envisioned a serene evening ritual: settling into the old rocking chair, a cherished storybook in hand, ready to share a timeless tale with my son. The soft light filtered through the curtains, and the room held a tranquil promise. As I began to read, my son had other plans. With a … Continue reading Unscripted →

Infinite Grace

It’s been two years since Tom passed, but the memory of that conversation under the stars feels as vivid as the night it happened. We were sitting outside the evening before my wedding, the sky alive with countless stars, stretching endlessly above us. I remember the moment so clearly—the awe I felt as I looked … Continue reading Infinite Grace →

A Father on Christmas

My son’s tiny hand stretched toward the Christmas ornament, his fingers brushing the edge of a red truck dangling from the tree. His wide eyes reflected the glow of the lights, filled with awe and wonder, as if the world had slowed just for this moment. I couldn’t look away. He doesn’t yet know what … Continue reading A Father on Christmas →

Unrecognizable

One day my son might find an old photo of me. My hair won’t be as grey, my face not as wrinkled, and I probably look quite strung out. It’s from a time where I’m still figuring out fatherhood, stumbling more than striding. I hope he looks at it and laughs. “Dad, that looks nothing … Continue reading Unrecognizable →

A House for Memories

There’s something special about an old house. The kind that creaks with every step, as if it’s whispering stories of those who came before. This house in Galway, nearly two hundred years old, isn’t ours—we’re just renting it for a little while. But already, it feels like more than just a stop along the way. … Continue reading A House for Memories →

As Long As I Can

There are few sensations quite as unique as your child’s drool sliding into your eye. It’s warm, sticky, and has this way of making you aware of every nerve in your face. Normally, something like that might frustrate me. But not this time. Not with my son. This time, it felt like an honor. He … Continue reading As Long As I Can →

Rediscovering Wonder

He lay on my chest, his head tucked under my chin, his small hands resting like the world had stopped spinning just for him. I stayed still, feeling the weight of him, the warmth. The quiet demanded my attention–a moment I wanted to fold up and keep in my pocket forever. His eyes, wide and … Continue reading Rediscovering Wonder →

Gummed and Loved

I didn’t see it coming. The morning was soft with that half-light that makes you think the day might stay quiet. I was lying there, half-awake, when I felt it—a small hand on my face. Not the usual pat-pat of exploration, but something more intentional. I opened one eye just in time to see my … Continue reading Gummed and Loved →