Let me start by telling you who I’m not—mainly to set your expectations at an appropriately low level.

I’m not a viral TikTok dancer or thought influencer. In fact, most mildly photogenic hippos have more of a following than I do. I’m not a theologian or pastor. I’m not an athletic or academic standout. I once failed to qualify for my middle school spelling bee by misspelling “weird” (silly me for trusting the “I before E except after C” *big air quotes* rule).

I’m just Dave. I drive a minivan. I wear Crocs. I shop at Costco.

But I’ve learned a few things the hard way—about loss, about love, and about the goodness of God when life doesn’t go as planned.

In 2021, our youngest daughter, Izzie, was born with full trisomy 18 (Edwards syndrome). Since then, our life has become a caregiving journey—one filled with setbacks and surprises, grief and joy, exhaustion and deep gratitude. We’ve had to cut things out, rearrange priorities, and build our days around margin… because that’s what love requires sometimes.

Worship has been one of the ways God has carried us. We’ve learned to lament through music, to sing through fear, and to cling to hope when we don’t have the energy for anything else.

This site is where I share our story, what I’m learning in the trenches, and the hope that keeps helping us take the next step. I’m really glad you’re here.