a beautiful man

I decided I wasn't going to write anything about father's day on the blog, but I'm wordy and I tried to write one sentence and out came 10 paragraphs.
It is so fun to celebrate Devin.
On father's day, I woke up with Naomi, letting Devin sleep in. I'm not even sure if Devin can sleep in past 7am. But he sure did try, even among all the pots and pans banging and Naomi yelling and screeching and me coming back into the bedroom 4 times to look for the long lost beaters and Naomi's binky. Each time I came in, Devin's eyes were closed but he had a smirk on his face. He could smell the breakfast.
He is so cute.
Breakfast was finally served. In bed. Cache insisted that it was "brother's day" and so he should be able to eat his breakfast along side Devin, so we all joined him with our breakfast in bed too. And stayed there most of the morning.



The past four years watching Devin as a dad, has brought me so much surprise and joy.
One of Devin's best dad qualities is that he sincerely enjoys play. And play he does. Devin's sense of humor well..I'll admit I didn't get it at first... but try as I may to not laugh at him... my efforts to roll my eyes or glare are always betrayed by a huge smile that Devin can root from me at any time. His sense of humor is simple, innocent, never at the expense of anyone and full of PUNS. Anyway here is a few pictures of Devin at his best.








I took time to think of all the father figures in my life tonight.
Devin of course, My own dad, Devin's dad, my Grandpa Childers, My grandpa Calvin, and My Grandpa Price. I was brought to tears at how blessed I have been, that EVERY man in my life, is honorable, is hardworking, and cream of the crop. In today's world, when so many people don't even have one good man in their life, I feel compelled to drop to my knees in thankfulness when thinking of these men.
I remember when my Grandpa Childers died about 2 years ago. He was laying in the ICU and they had told us that he most likely wasn't going to make it. It was time for us to say our goodbyes. I had a small moment alone with him in the ICU, I tried my HARDEST to talk to him, but I was too choked up to get anything out. I kept trying to open my mouth and no sound would come out, I finally choked out "THANK-you." but I KNOW it wasn't even understandable, so I hope he was able to just feel me there, and hear my thoughts. Which were:" Thank you thank you thank you!" Thank you for the life you had lead, for being the man you were to all of us, for sharing the gospel with us, for loving us unconditionally, thank you!" I didn't even feel the need to say good bye, all I wanted to say to grandpa was thank you. I love you. During the whole time in the hospital, my Grandma kept telling the the nurses and doctors in her cute Tahitian accent and all the passion she could muster: "He is such a beautiful man. Oh such a beautiful, beautiful man." I feel that way about all the fathers in my life. Here are some of my favorite fatherly moments I've caught on camera.



This day(over christmas break) Cache went to work with my dad . He got to help haul rail road ties and ride in the grain truck. Earlier in the day, all the guys were up working on putting in a new gas tank and Cache kept disappearing out of the house, and I kept finding him up with all the guys, "working" (standing around talking.) haha.

love this one with "Grandpa Motorcycle"













No one can argue, when a man puts his family above all else, a father's love can truly be the most beautiful thing on earth. I know if I were to adequately describe Devin as a father and husband to someone else, "He was a good man, he took care of us, he was a great man, a wonderful man," wouldn't do justice. I would choose the same words as my grandma and with every part of me say:
" He is beautiful, beautiful man."