Around Radiant Oaks Ranch, life is anything but predictable — and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Between feeding animals, crafting custom woodwork, and keeping up with the occasional runaway chicken, there’s always something to laugh about. We believe joy belongs in the work just as much as in the harvest.

I grew up on a family farm in Ohio where early mornings, long days, and dirt-under-the-nails kind of work built a deep love for the land. My wife, on the other hand, was born near Detroit, Michigan — city roots, quick wit, and the kind of grace that only comes from a life spent helping others. Together, we’ve built a life that blends country grit with compassion and a heart for people.

This isn’t just a business — it’s a way of life. The blood and roots that run through Radiant Oaks trace an unbroken, untraceable journey — one carried by generations who survived the dark days of the Great Depression. My forefathers wore the farm and ranch badge of honor with pride, never trading faith for ease or hard work for shortcuts. They passed it down the good ol’-fashioned way — through sweat, prayer, and stories told by firelight — and we’re proud to carry that same spirit forward today.

Before ranch life, she spent over a decade in some of medicine’s toughest places — the neurosurgical and transplant ICUs at hospitals like the Mayo Clinic — and today she brings that same compassion to labor and delivery, helping welcome new life into the world with calm strength and quiet grace. Around here, we call her the heartbeat of the ranch.

We’re opposites in nearly every way — she’s sushi and road trips, I’m steak and old dirt roads. She likes things polished and efficient; I’m the “measure twice, carve once” type. Once on a hiking trip, she took the wrong trail (again), which ended in mosquitoes, a popped wheelchair tire, and a whole lot of laughter. Safe to say, we learned to pack extra bug spray and a sense of humor.

Before my injury, I loved powerlifting, running, and mission work — from Haiti to Mexico — where I learned that faith often grows strongest in the hardest soil. Since then, I’ve rock-climbed, scuba-dived, and even trained with Olympic athletes. The legs might be different, but the drive is still the same.

These days, our adventures look a little different — chasing goats, making furniture, and meeting families across Texas who remind us why we do what we do. Through every laugh, late night, and market morning, we’re reminded that real joy comes from living on purpose.

And yes — there’s still only one rule in our marriage: I just have to make sure I don’t roll over her toes. (Spoiler: she still keeps them tucked in, just in case.)

Opposites? Definitely. Partners? Absolutely. Every story we tell, every board we sand, and every prayer we share is another reminder that laughter, love, and a little bit of sawdust can go a long way.