You are our constant, like air in our lungs, our always grounding, like a steadying gravity, our shelter of shade in the beating heat of things, and our constellation of courage that guides us toward Home.
And I see you on the exhausting days, on the crisis days, on ordinary Saturday's, and the truth is: every time you reached out to our kids, you reached out to me: When a man loves the littlest of these, he has loved their mother. How you've cared for the kids has cared for me.
A Father doesn't pressure his kids to perform for him, but purposes to share his life cruciform for his kids.
You've done more than just carry our kids close - you've carried our world on your shoulder, you've carried our hopes like a lifetime that you'd rather die for than let go of, and there hasn't been a day that you haven't picked up and carried your cross because you know we are precisely made to bear the weight of glory and the load of a meaningful life.
A Father doesn't leave a legacy in monuments but in memories. A Father isn't as concerned with bank accounts as he is about making deposits in hearts.
When boys pray to be half the man their father is, it's because their father has loved wholeheartedly.
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