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Having kids is sort of like going on vacation.
Every hour or so you feel compelled to take a picture because you want to capture the moment forever. I take these pictures of my kids because they're incredibly cute. I pass them around, girls ooh and ahh, and guys pretend to give a rip.

When I went to Colorado I remember saying the word "wow" more in those few days than I had in my entire life. I found myself pulling out my camera to try and capture the scenery dozens of times an hour. The problem is that the pictures just don't come near doing them justice.

I generally throw out pictures with incredible views unless there are people in them. They're just not that impressive to me. Part of that is that I have incredibly shaky hands....and that doesn't really lend itself to photography. The real reason is that pictures can't possibly tell the thousands of words and stories that real life interaction can.

I love my boys in ways that I can't possibly explain. There are times when I see them and I feel like I'm going to pass out if I don't pick them up just to hold them. It's indescribable. Keep in mind that Griff filled the dish washer with hand soap the other day. We had suds coming out of the dishwasher for the next couple of days. Not so cute...but I love him.

On some small level I can relate to the love of the Father. It hits me in a way that I think I genuinely feel sympathy/empathy/sorry for people who don't know that love. When I read about a God that loved us so much that He let his son pay the price for a bunch of screw balls by sending him to a place that was so screwed up...and put Him in harms way...I just couldn't do it.

I can't even remotely relate to that kind of sacrifice. But I sure can feel the love of a Father, and because of that...I feel like I can even catch a little of His love for me.