On the 3rd Day of Christmas...

God as given me three years of stable residence. From college graduation till November 2006 I have lived at nine addresses. The stat line is as follows: 9 towns/villages, 3 greater-metro areas, 3 states--all in 8 years.

My family and I love our home in Cincinnati. It's a slightly older home with a little character which contributes to the warmth that resonates within. We enjoy the relationships established with neighbors and the opportunities that come from a city its size. The advantages of living in a city are numerous and too good to pass up. Our family enjoys sports and fitness at the YMCA. The kids love the Zoo and the Museum Center at Union Terminal. Hilary and I take in a concert at Music Hall from time to time, and during the heat of the summer, I can be found at Great American Ball Park.

Slightly over a year ago, God came out from nowhere to bless our home by securing our safety with the removal of a badly broken tree. Here is where the above pic is relevant. The wind from hurricane Ike made its way north and did some serious damage, including splitting our 100 year old tree that sat less than 10 feet from the roof line. Taking out a tree of this size and situated as it was is no job for a rookie. Professionals cost huge bucks and for our modest lifestyle, impossible to pay for. A request from the insurance company was initially denied. Several weeks later, an adjuster shows up out of the blue ready to cut us a check. God not only has given us stability but also safety.

Three whole years in one place feels very nice. The memories and God stories are piling up.