A few weeks ago, I was in New Hampshire visiting my son, Jesse, and his family. We were there to celebrate my oldest grandson’s sixth birthday.
Watching Jesse with his two little boys filled my heart. He’s such a loving and steady presence in their lives—firm when he needs to be, but always gentle and kind. He roughhouses and wrestles with them in that playful, dad way, reads to them with so much care, and listens closely when they talk or ask questions, giving them his full attention.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how proud I am of the man—and the father—he’s become. Watching him with his boys is one of the greatest joys of my life.
Happy Father’s Day, honey. I love you so much.