My dad is the most amazing man I know, he has led his family through many a move, happy times, hard times and plenty of awkward moments yet through the laughter and occasional tears he always strove to lead like Christ. He is a consistent encourager to all and as he likes to say "I'll always be your biggest cheerleader in life." He is always the first offer assistance in any situation save one time that comes to mind.
As a 6 year old boy in Texas Sundays were spent at 2 church services 1st the Lord's and 2nd Jerry Jones'. Halftimes were spent throwing the pigskin around emulating Troy Aikmen, Emmitt Smith or this fateful day I wanted to be #88 Michael Irvin and pops was Aikmen. What better duo was there? After a few minutes Dad sent a heater my way it promptly met my impeccable form with a snap of my middle finger. I wept and wailed as I'm sure Irvin would have. He came to my solace with the most encouraging words I can recall, "it's not broken, stop crying! You should try catching it in the bread basket next time!" I had a crooked finger for many years later after my broken finger set crooked. Thanks dad!
My dad taught me many great lessons and often it wasn't what he said that I learned from it was watching and observing. I learned as much in his failures as I did in his successes. He is a master of taking life's failures and working hard to learn and grow from them and that really sticks with me.
As a husband he treated my mother with love and respect and always valued their time away from the kids and taught me that you should never stop dating the one you love. I'm sure Kelli will be thankful for this gem :)
I could go on and on about how him but I think I'll leave it at this; Dad, thank you so much for being the man I needed and still need to observe and learn from and thanks for playing catch all those Sundays! I love you!
P.S. Thanks for your wicked good looks
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