love and discovery.

I’m on the road. On the sky. On the move.

I’m exhausted.

Sitting here in the Dublin airport, I can’t believe it’s only been five days since I left Missoula.

I flew into Detroit, where I met up with some buddies and then we drove to Boyne Falls for dear friends’ wedding. We all stayed in cabins on he make and swam everyday, stand up paddle boarded, water skied, tubed… so. much. fun.

Bu the most lovely thing [maybe ever] was Dan and Anna’s wedding. I officiated it and my heart is still buzzing from the fact that I got to be a part of such a wonderful union between two amazing friends. Anna cried. Dan cried. I cried. We fumbled through many parts, just like the journey of loving someone, and that’s what made it perfect… because there was love.

Then it was back to Detroit and then to Chicago!

I got into Chicago in the throws of Gay Pride. I never knew that dancing to “The Boy is Mine” remixed with a dancer floor filled with strangers [and two friends] in Boystown in Chicago was on a random bucket list of mine… but it was… and now it’s checked off.

Then I explored all over Chicago yesterday with my lovely friend/tour guide, Andy. Chi town is pretty awesome, y’all.

And now today. Dublin. The first time I’ve been to Europe. The continent my feet have been dying to touch for so long. I only spent about seven hours here, but the whole time it was pretty magical. This city is gorgeous!

The brick roads, the flower stands on every corner, the bridges, he cathedrals, the gardens, the street musicians playing all my favorite songs, the pubs, the cafés… everything.

I wandered and discovered. It’s a feeling I crave and don’t have often enough.

And now tonight I’ll be in Italy! I cannot wait… to sleep… and then discover Italy with my best friend.

[p.s. does anyone have some photos of Danna’s ceremony? I was in no position to take any and I would LOVE some!]











to raise a family.

Blahgging has fallen to the wayside lately, but today calls for an enthusiastic, “HAY!”

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!


daddy with his loretta flowers on his birthday.

My dad is definitely a character… one that I love dearly and cannot wait until the next time we get to spend time together.

Dad recently sent me an email that referenced a lanyard that he found in our home…

“To the casual observer it would register as foo foo kid crap while we have 50 unused key chains that would work better.  To us it represents yrs of how much fun a family can be when you have love.  Money, sacrifice, & hard work mean nothing except it paved the road to success for my goal; to raise a family.”

My dad has expressed before that all he ever wanted to be was a father.

This year, it hit me more than ever. I am a part of something that someone wanted more than anything.

I can’t help but dwell on that.

And the fact that my dad is hilarious, loving, talented, genuine… well, that makes it even more amazing that that person, my Daddy, wanted me… wanted us all… my mom [his love], my sister [his soulmate], my brother [his best friend], and me.

Thank you, Daddy, for wanting us all more than anything. We love you dearly.

Enjoy this day of celebrating being a father… being a family.