Father's Day

What a blessing it is to have a wonderful father. I know this from experience. That's why I am so thankful that Ryan and Evan will be able to say the same about their daddy.
My husband is a quiet man, but he's strong. He is loyal and loving; devout and kind. He's pretty funny too.

He's tender and kind.

He's not at all squeamish. There is no parental duty that he won't or can't do.

He's present and hands-on. His sons adore him. They seek him out and want to be in his space, on his lap, as close to him as can be. Evan even tries to climb in the pulpit to get to him. He actually made it. Twice.

He loves his family. My sons will grow up knowing how to treat women with love and respect. They'll know how to open doors and pull out chairs. They'll learn the importance of being trustworthy. They'll be able to say that they heard the words "I love you" from their father.

He treats his sons with kindness and love, yet he can be firm and stern. His tone of voice can make Ryan and Evan stop dead in their tracks. He knows that part of loving them means correcting them, teaching them, and holding them accountable. Our little brown boys will one day become black men. Strong ones. Responsible ones. Hard working ones. There is no doubt in my mind that my two little boys will be ushered into manhood properly.

Happy Father's Day, Baby. I speak for Ryan and Evan when I say that we love and appreciate you more than words can say. Thank you for all that you do for us.