When I leave this frail existence,
When I lay this mortal by,
Father, Mother, may I meet you
In your royal courts on high?
Then, at length, when I’ve completed
All you sent me forth to do,
With your mutual approbation
Let me come and dwell with you.

We sang “O My Father” at church again on Sunday. I couldn’t even sing it (refused to, actually), and Tyler barely croaked it out the words next to me through wet eyes. That song gets to me every dang time.

Tyler is a super-Dad. He is patient and kind and can make my honeyman Jack giggle more than anyone I know.

But on occasion, he is also unafraid to get emotional. I love him for that. Thank you for putting your heart out there, Tyler, so I don’t feel as dumb. Thank you for being unafraid to feel pain with me, even if we do so in different ways.

I tell you all the time, but Tyler I think you’re the best. You wear the pride and joy of this fatherhood thing well.