What do you say to a guy who can change a flat tire (almost) faster than you can say AAA, take photographs suitable for art gallery display, and speak knowledgeably about any subject proposed to him? (Okay, except sports.)
What do you say to a man who comprehends the nuances of online trading, can detect each delicate note in a cup of coffee from Timor or a glass of Pinot Noir, and whose opinion on matters of health and nutrition is sought by family and friends alike?
What do you say to a person who strives to understand diverse cultures and their languages, who can find his way around any part of the world and also explain the history of unrest in every one of its trouble spots? A person who wisely guides his children and grandchildren on the all-important subject of true faith?
A guy who not only makes dinner—or reservations—every night, but prepares breakfast for his wife on Father’s Day?
I’ll tell you what you say: “How did I ever get so lucky?” You are a blessing to me and so many others, dear husband. Happy Father’s Day, and thank you for being exactly who you are.