Stories from a life being lived.

Tonight I'll go to sleep with a twelve-year-old in the tent across from mine. Tomorrow, I'll wake up with a teenager. Before that happens, we have steak, stories, a couple of baseball gloves, and a fire waiting for us.

I had a twenty-year plan for the Army. Thirteen years in, my daughter needed her dad, and the plan changed. This Veterans Day, old deployment photographs have me looking at the soldier I was and everything that came afterward.

We didn't have much on the calendar this weekend. Somehow, it still filled itself with family, ordinary moments, and the things that matter before a very different week begins.