Happy Father's Day

To Jason, who is, in Anna Marie's words, the "Best Dad EVER!"

It's true. She wrote it in her card. That makes it so.

This morning in Sunday School, the pastor was "breaking the ice" by reading from a "testosterone thesaurus." I'm sure you can find it online somewhere. Except, Jason didn't fit ANY of the typical "guy stuff" it talked about. I mean, when I ask him how I look (which isn't often, I assure you) and he says "fine," I know he isn't really meaning, "Please don't try on any more outfits, I'm starving and we're late!"

Anyway.

I guess this isn't really a Father's Day observation, but it does show a bit of Jason's character nonetheless.

Our whole married life, nearly 10 years now, he's let me do pretty much whatever I wanted. Well, except quit my job and stay home, but other than that, he doesn't give me a lot of flak.

(Except - and Amanda has noticed this - he rarely raises his voice, but he ALWAYS makes his wishes known. Usually, without saying a word. And we usually know that we'd better shape up when he's disapproving. He doesn't have to say anything! How does he do that? I sure wish I knew - he's got mad skillz in that department.)

I used to think that he let me do whatever I wanted, and then the other day, it hit me.

He isn't letting me get my way.

He's giving me enough rope to hang myself.

That, my friends, is the mark of a truly wise man - and one who makes a truly wise father.

Mad props to you, Jason. You're the man.

And Anna Marie and I are really glad you're our man.