The Adventures of Harter and Cudson

A few months ago, a new adventure series was birthed in our home.

Josh began telling the boys bedtime stories about two adventurers named Harter and Cudson.

We've followed them as they've been cowboy sheriffs who defended their town from renegades in the wild, wild west.  We've traveled across the world with them as they were missionaries boldly going out to share the gospel of Jesus Christ.  We've gone down to the depths of the sea as they've been scuba divers in an unexpected face-off with a shark.  We've cheered for them as they've been knights valiantly contending for honor and conquering the enemies of their land.

Firemen, sea captains, police, soldiers...

And our boys have eaten up every minute of it.

As soon as one story finishes, they're asking "Please, Daddy! Tell another."

So sweet to watch them listen on the edge of their seats, and then to see the far-off dreamy looks as they think about what they've just heard.

It makes me love my husband even more.

To watch him shepherding these boys that God has given us, taking seriously the charge to raise them in the fear and admonition of the Lord.  To see him intentionally tapping into and nurturing their God-given desires/roles to be strong men who serve, protect and respect others.

To spark their imaginations, and exercising his own.

And doing all of it in the coolest accent ever.

It's amazing....if only I'd grabbed the camcorder from the beginning.

But maybe that's the beauty of it.

It is being documented in their minds,

deposited into that precious vault of childhood memories.