They watch your every move.
They hang on your every word.
They soak you in, mimicking all you do and say, because you’re Daddy. And that’s what little boys do.
They adore you and the way that you are uniquely you. The way you talk; the way you tickle; the way you chase them around; the way you throw the football; the way you work; the way you push the stroller; the way you brush their teeth; the way you snuggle; the way you read bedtime stories. The way that you do everything that you do is anything but ordinary to our boys.
And I love that they see in you the same exceptionality that I’ve witnessed for the past twelve years. You’re not just any man – you’re their daddy. You’re all ours. And, though they think the absolute world of you now, they’re certainly not yet aware of the massive jackpot they hit when they got you.
Because when I examine everything that you do for our family and consider the immense impact that your life has on our sons, it isn’t even the incredible father you are that truly blows me away. Don’t get me wrong: that is absolutely vital.
The real gift to our sons, though, is the husband that you are.
It’s the way that you talk to me with tenderness and respect; the way that you tickle me until uncontrollable laughter bubbles forth; the way that you chase me around the kitchen to steal a kiss; the way that you throw the football to me, because mommies can like sports, too; the way that you work with such diligence and integrity so that I have the opportunity to stay home with our boys; the way that you push the stroller so that I don’t have to for once; the way you brush their teeth so that I can have a rare moment of one-on-one time with the other; the way that you snuggle them so that my hands can be free for the first time that day; the way that you read bedtime stories so that I can rest and just be, instead of always doing.
You see, the way you treat our sons is of the utmost importance, and you are daily creating memories with them that they will cherish for years to come.
But the way that you treat me: that is molding them. Shaping them. Fashioning their tiny, spongelike hearts to one day love their wives with that same intensity, purity, and sanctity.
And it’s a subtle gift, your love for me. It isn’t one that they will likely ever thank you for, though you modeling this sacrificial love for them deserves all the praise. Because, to our boys, it will simply be a way of life. It will be the way things were, are, and always will be, because that’s just how Daddy treated Mommy. So they presumably won’t even think twice about it, having the truth of the intricate ways in which a woman deserves to be cherished so deeply engrained within their souls.
One day, though, it is my prayer that they will not only imitate the way you talk on the phone, or the silly things you say, or the way you eat your cereal, but that they would cling to the way you adored their mother and be the same faithful, attentive husbands to their wives.
So, this Father’s Day, I want to thank you for being such an outstanding father. But, more than that, I want to praise you for the husband that you are. Because I recognize how immensely blessed I am to say that you are the husband I pray our sons become.
For husbands, this means love your wives, just as Christ loved the church. He gave up his life for her to make her holy and clean, washed by the cleansing of God’s word. He did this to present her to himself as a glorious church without a spot or wrinkle or any other blemish. Instead, she will be holy and without fault. In the same way, husbands ought to love their wives as they love their own bodies. For a man who loves his wife actually shows love for himself. Ephesians 5:25-28 (NLT)