He’s a deep thinker. He’s never one to act without thought; he is ever engaged in deep and ongoing analysis. Parenting. Teaching. What are the most important things, what is the best way to convey them? Am I doing well enough, am I playing out my part?
He’s unabashedly masculine, in all the ways that society has forgotten. Leading. Providing. Work first, then play. He guides our boys and guides me in guiding them as well. He is strong and he is humble. He is never afraid to admit a mistake. And he is remarkably adept at handling phone calls from crying mothers who are just not sure how to handle a situation that has arisen with one of their sons.
He is a dreamer, full of ideas and ideals and the never-ending search for how to bring them to fruition. He sees things others don’t see. He finds potential in the most derelict of situations, from places to people. He is kinder than I am.
He’s a deep feeler, the pillar of our family not devoid of sensitivity. Years ago, he referred to himself as a stone with a jello center. He is moved by the needs of others. He will sacrifice what is asked of him. He recognizes the pull towards selfishness and he repents of it.
He’s a Christ Follower, knowing his own sin and knowing Who saves him. He makes it his mission to teach others and teach our family. He leads us in prayer, even if just over the phone. He embraces the road less traveled; he is not perfect, but he knows One who is.
He’s the kind of man I hope our boys grow up to be; he’s the kind of man I hope our daughter marries. He holds himself in low regard and in doing so set the bar impossibly high.
Happy Father’s Day, Jeremy. We love you.