Even before I married my husband, I knew he had certain passions. And I don’t use this word lightly. I knew they were his passions because he LIVED for these activities and items. Whenever he talked about these things, there was a visible change in his expression. His eyebrows lifted a little higher, his eyes opened a little wider, and his hands moved a little faster as his voice became audibly louder while talking about it.
The girls have even picked up on these soft spots in his heart as they masterfully incorporate them into their way of buttering him up.
“Dad, may I please have another piece of cake? BYU Cougars….”
“Dad, may I please watch some cartoons? Really fast boat ride…”
I can see it coming in handy as they get older too: “Dad, may I please have the keys to the car? 15 lb Brooktrout…”
And for these passions, I love my husband. Especially since when displaying these passions, it becomes an inaugural ceremony.
Saturday was spent digging a 30 inch hole in the front yard, then filling it back up with rocks and concrete, in preparation for Sunday night’s flag-raising ceremony:
Yes, my husband is a passionate man. He loves his BYU, his God, and this country! Many people have been inspired in discovering this land, and many lives have been lost in fighting for our freedom.
It’s not something he takes lightly, and I appreciate that he instills that same pride in these little girls as well.
We’re proud of our troops, our military, and our country! And now, we’re especially proud to have a way to display our pride and our passions…