I just wanted to post a little something in honor of Father’s Day for Brent.
When I met him at 23, there were a lot of things I was attracted to - how he was always barefoot, his kind heart, the way he lived with a quiet confidence and never needed to prove himself to anyone, his beautiful voice and strong hands and how much fun I had with him.
Even when I married him at 26, I thought I had a pretty good idea of who he was - three years can tell you a lot about a person, but it can’t begin to predict how the lessons ahead will mold and shape them.
Nearly ten years have passed and while all those traits that drew me to him remain, it’s the man he has become that I most admire.
Brent loves not only me, his children, and family with abandon - but our neighbors, community, the world. He never has a bad word to speak of anyone. He jumps at the chance to be of assistance to others. He holds doors and says hello and waves to strangers so often that now I just smile when they sometimes eye him suspiciously.
And every day, he is the person who is showing our children how to interact with the world around them. A care giver and a teacher.
We are so grateful for him. For his dedication to us and to goodness in general.
On Father’s Day. and the Tuesday after. and every day we have with him.