AuthorJeremy

They call me “Dad.”

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I love being a dad. So much. For as long as I can remember, I always believed and felt deep down that I would be a dad. When Payton was born and I heard his first cry, I cried. I’d never felt a love like that before. In the completely deserted post-op recovery room, Danielle decided to go into a c-section narcotics induced hibernation. The nurse in charge, as if on cue, decided it was also...

The “L” word(s).

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I don’t use it, don’t believe in it and actually have a strong aversion to it. Luck. Luck is for cartoon leprechauns hawking toxic breakfast cereal “marshmallow” charms to my unsuspecting generation of Saturday morning cartoon addicts. For me, the word “luck” implies chance and chance alone. I don’t believe that the blessings in my life are shots in the...

Four eyes.

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Glasses were for dorks and nerds. I wasn’t going to be either. If I squinted just enough, I could bring those illegible numbers into focus. It worked for several months and carried me through the summer of 1992. During the first week of 8th grade, straining harder than ever from my desk in Algebra, I knew I had a problem. After several days, reluctantly, I told my mom. On the subsequent...

Wingin’ it.

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I could feel the sheer panic wash over me as it traveled to every extremity of my body. It was fourth grade and I’d forgotten to do my homework. There was no worse feeling than receiving a “0” on an assignment, not to mention the report card implications. Instead of a masterfully written book report, I stared down at the blank piece of notebook paper on my desk. I scrambled and...

Just another sNOw day.

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Sure, my parents had to walk 5 miles to school, in the snow, barefoot, up hill both ways – but for those of us that grew up in the 80’s and 90’s, we had to wake up at 5 AM, glue ourselves to the TV and anxiously watch the scrolling alphabetical list of names on the morning news to determine if our school system was getting a snow day. For me, that meant stalking the G’s as they...

The miraculous day of summer.

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For most of my life, my prayer tendency had been what I call “vending machine” faith. When I needed God, my first instinct was to ask Him to “fix” it the way I wanted. And every fiber in my body wanted to ask Him to fix this circumstance too. But instead, I asked for courage to trust. I didn’t understand why this accident had happened – and continued to wrestle with...

The dog day of summer.

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As far as summer evenings in Georgia go, this particular night was a beaut. As we pulled out of the driveway on our golf cart for our nightly family cruise, the four of us soaked up all the summer feels. With the humid summer breeze on our faces, we hung a left and slowly rolled down a steep neighboring street. I noticed our neighbor in the distance walking his small dog – and clearly battling to...

Good times, great oldies.

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Pick a song from the 90’s, or early 2000’s, and I can probably tell you what year it was released. Like Marty McFly stepping into a DeLorean time machine, I can transport myself back to the place and time when I first heard it. Almost every night, together as a family, we listen to music as we prepare, cook and eat dinner. It’s easily one of my favorite parts of the day and time...

I’m always right, sometimes.

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Just ask my wife. I’m a know-it-all.  I think I know what’s best for me.  I think I know what’s best, period.  And, chances are, I’ve already decided what I think is best for you. There’s one problem:  I have a speck in my eye – literally.  And, it might as well be a massive, 100-year-old log. How can you think of saying to anyone, ‘Let me help you get rid of...

What’s in a name?

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We all have them, we all use them daily and chances are that a lot of thought and time went into choosing them.  By now, many of you already know the name we’ve chosen for our son.  But with only a short couple of weeks to go before he makes his debut, I thought I’d make the official announcement: Payton Parker Whigham Early on, we tossed around several names that we liked...