Who They'll Be

I don't think I've ever been so proud of the man I married as I was last weekend, when I watched him graduate with his degree in mechanical engineering. Not just me, but also Lucas propped up on my shoulders and Avery in her grandpa's arms - watching their dad achieve a goal he has been working towards since long before they were born.

I know they don't understand all that much now, but I know someday when they look back at these photographs - when they're going through their own journeys to achieve their goals,  maybe when they feel like quitting, maybe when they have kids of their own and they're thinking about putting all their dreams on a shelf - they'll realize his sacrifice, his dedication. They'll be inspired. They'll press on.

They'll do what they've been taught, not by our words but through our actions. They will love the way we loved. They will work the way we worked. They will be molded by the things they see us do time and time again. The good and the bad.

Because of their dad they will be hardworking and dedicated. They'll know the importance of doing a job right. They will keep going even when they want to give up. They will know their dreams are worth fighting for.


When the ceremony was over, Uncle Mike asked Lucas what he wanted to be when he grew up.

I expected him to say a firefighter. He always says firefighter.

"I want to be Rob," he said. And I smiled.

It's a tall order, but it's one you'll fill just fine.