Does anyone want to say anything about their father, husband?
My heart was pounding. I wanted to give honor where honor was due. I wanted to be brave enough to stand up and say something… In the end, however, I remained silent.
I wish I had said how proud I am of the man I have seen the father of my children become. I have seen so much growth in him. He has always been a good father, however I see him truly becoming a loving father.
Living with the kids, I have a tough time when they are away from me on weeknights/weekends. So I can only imagine what it feels like to not have them in them home and watch them grow each and every day. It takes a special strength to endure that. He reaches out to the kids multiple times a day, whether they respond or not, constantly trying to maintain a relationship. These are the things they will remember when they are older.
I see compassion where there had been none. I see love in the place of hurt. The kids have an amazing father. I am grateful for that.
*Original Photo (oldie but a goodie)
On the Outside Looking In 