About Race......

We are still waiting.

The Christmas tree is still up.There are still unopened presents. The lights are still on the house. We're still waiting for Race to come home for Christmas. I really feel like writing about him so I thought I'd tell you a little bit about what makes him so special to us. To me.

Race is the kind of guy that EVERYONE wants on their team. It's true. Since he was a kid, he's always been a team player. That means that he IS NOT a glory hound, or a Rambo. He always puts the good of the team above his own personal goals. He has no problem being just "one of the team". HE doesn't want to win....he wants EVERYONE ON HIS TEAM to win.

He knows how to submit to authority. But he also knows how to be a leader. I've watched him over the years learn to step from one role to the other in a way that leaves me speechless.

Being such a team player is a wonderful quality in a husband, because he is always seeking to make it BETTER for us. For the kids. For me. He wants each of us to be able to reach our full potential. He is always encouraging me in all of my hair-brained schemes. He ALWAYS motivates me to reach for more. To do more than I thought personnaly possible. He believes that in each of us......his team......nothing is impossible.

We have been married for 17 years. In all those years he has NEVER raised his voice to me or to the kids in anger. Never. How's that for a record? Wish mine was that good.

My dad taught me how to shoot. Race taught me how to shoot REALLY well.

He respects me and knows that I can take care of myself while he is away. He knows that I am strong and he APPRECIATES it. He knows that I'll look after things while he is gone. He knows that our long term goals never change.

He taught our kids how to shoot and hunt. He has always made sure that they were confident in their own self defense skills.He taught the kids how to navigate both with map and compass as well as with a gps. He taught them survival training.And most importantly he taught them all of these things within the context of enjoying the great outdoors. And today there's nothing that our three kids would rather do.


Race is a man of prayer. He places his life before God and in so doing, he makes the way secure and safe for us. As a wife, it is easy to follow that lead. He MUST believe in what he is doing..........or he will walk away.

He is no respector of persons. No matter who you are he will treat you with respect and kindness. However, if it is your intent to do harm, he WILL see it as his duty to stop you.

He ALWAYS tells me that he loves me.He will call me in the middle of the night from God-knows-where and say, "I just wanted to tell you that I love you, before you fall asleep." He ALWAYS tells the kids the same.

He is always ready with a hug. Yep, that's right. He is the openly affectionate one in our home.
He still gives and gets daily hugs to our kids when he is home......even from Austin(16) whom he will discover is a good 2 inches taller than he is when he gets back. ;-)

He never gives up. Ever. And in his mind, nothing is impossible. Not for us, not for anyone. He never sees defeat.....only victory by a different route.

He has made friends all over the world. Friends who keep in touch. Friends whom, though I've never met many of them, would come to my aid with no more than a phone call.


What makes a man,.... at the sound of gunfire or peril or horrific danger,.... grab his weapon and head TOWARD that sound?

I don't know. I'll never know.

I don't think that it's something most people do. And rightfully so.

But it's IN him. That IS his first reaction. It's always been there. It will always be his first instinct.

He is all this wrapped up into one amazing package.

I am one lucky girl.
And he is my hero.

Hurry home Race!