Every so often, I walk into a room and find my breath taken away because my husband is the man of my dreams.
Quietly, ever so quietly, he remembers to teach our children prayers, to read to them about our faith, to pray the rosary.
We don't have to make a strategic plan. He doesn't let me know each time he shares a kernel of wisdom with one of them.
He just does it because he believes, and in the quiet of his heart, he listens to God telling him how to be a wonderful dad and how to lead our kids in a way that is soft-spoken, but powerful.
Quietly, ever so quietly, he remembers to teach our children prayers, to read to them about our faith, to pray the rosary.
We don't have to make a strategic plan. He doesn't let me know each time he shares a kernel of wisdom with one of them.
He just does it because he believes, and in the quiet of his heart, he listens to God telling him how to be a wonderful dad and how to lead our kids in a way that is soft-spoken, but powerful.
