I felt my hand go to my mouth and tears come to my eyes. My throat got all sore as I tried to hold it in. But I couldn’t. I wrapped my arms around his neck and choked out the only thing I could think of to say: “bullshiz, Lance, bullshiz.”
I laughed for a good minute as I wiped the tears away. He started to laugh, too. Yeah, it was crap. He said it to get me to stop blubbering. The truth is I’ve spent the better part of 11 years trying to drag him down to my level and he will have nothing of it. He’s good in spite of me.
And he’s good to me. He’s SO good to me. Lance is a product of his upbringing. He was taught by his mother to serve. To love time with family. To smile and laugh through the good times and the hard times. He was taught by his father how to lead a family. How to be the stable, calming influence in the home. He was taught by his father to be CHILL. If you know me at all, you know what a big deal that is.
He’s the perfect dad to his kids. Perfect. With all of us, he figures out what we need, and then works like crazy to make it happen. He puts himself last. There are times I wish he’d selfish up a little. Mostly because it makes me look bad.
I could go on and on. But it just doesn’t do him justice. My words never will. He’s a way better than my words will ever EVER be. Pictures are good though, yes? A video montage: