Happy Father’s Day, Ty.
What an honor and joy it has been to watch you step into this role.
From saying yes to the call to be a father to someone else’s child before having children of your own.
To sacrificing time, sleep and freedom. Coming home every night after work and taking over so I can go retreat and introvert. Saying no so much to social things because you’re needed at home, even though it kills your extroverted heart. Getting up in the middle of the night even though your wake up call is just a few hours later.
To not only having to navigate being a parent for the first time, but also navigating the muddy waters of foster care.
To constantly remembering to take out your phone for photos and videos because you want to keep these memories and you know how important it is to me to have them as well.
To leading us to be more like Jesus. Encouraging me daily. Loving babe’s parents, never once judging and praying for them every single day. Leading us to TRUST Him even while being knee deep in crushing unknowns; to trust Him even though things might change at a moments notice.
You have done all of it (and more) with grace and nothing has gone unnoticed by me. I’m so proud to call you my husband, and so thankful to have you by my side in this foster care journey.
Here’s to you, babe. ♥️
