What can I say to help you see the man I know?
That he is funny and smart and loving?
Yes, that's all true.
That he is opinionated and sometimes volatile, gestures wildly while watching sporting events and has been known to yell at the screen (and also at passing drivers when they cut him off)?
Yes, that's all true, too.
But how do I find words to describe how tender he can be? How deeply he adores his children and grandchildren - and me, too?
How do I tell you how goofy he can be? Wearing silly hats and too-small-butterfly-wings just to make a 2-year-old giggle?
How can I possibly describe to you what a privilege it has been for me to mother his children, fold his laundry (most of the time!), admire his handiwork in the yard and at the kitchen sink and to see how kind he is, how very, very kind?
And this one?
Well, this one is number 70.
He has survived pleurisy, a kidney stone that had to be surgically removed, a major blood clot in his lung and prostate cancer. And he plays tennis - singles tennis! - once or twice a week with our son.
And there is no way that any one of you would ever guess his age without my putting it out here in black and white for you to marvel at.
No, there is just no way to tell you. There are no words.
Well.. maybe just one:
GIFT.
He is a gift to this world, a gift to our family and most especially a gift to me. Easily the best earthly one I've ever been given.
And I thank God for this gift every day that I breathe.
Joining Lisa-Jo for the first time in several weeks. (This daily devotional posting has been so much fun for me - but wow! It's tough sledding trying to add anything to that.) This, however, was one I just could not pass up. Join the ever-increasing crew over there and check out what others are saying in 5 minutes flat. I will gladly admit that this one took a few extra minutes.
