Oh, how I love my man.
Whenever he goes on a trip, especially trade shows–those are the best–he knows to bring home as much “swag” as possible.
He enjoys going out. If I win tickets to some free show, he’s usually willing to come along. I say USUALLY, because musicals aren’t his favorite, and sometimes I do have to coerce him into going to a musical.
He’ll play silly games for Family Home Evening!
He really loves me! Which I find seriously nice.
He knows his way around a hammer. When he has time, he’s going to finish that basement. And I like how he involves the kids in the construction projects.
He’s not too cool to pose with stuffed animals.
He loves babies.
He works at a job he loves, and brings home some cool gadgets.
When I decided I wanted to audition for a play, he was supportive.
Or when I’m gone for many hours preparing for a concert or at Christmastime with the Bells on Temple Square, he’s supportive. In fact, he’s come to every single one of my concerts (except this last one, because I told him he should go to Father’s and Sons instead).
He is a worthy priesthood holder.
When necessary, he will dress up in costume.
He’s secure enough to accept my tiny little crush on Donny.
So, this Father’s day, I send a big shout out to my man. He’s awesome, he’s great, and I feel very lucky to call him mine.
Love you, Ryan!