He pushes them to take risks when I'm too afraid.
He tells them how to use a socket wrench, shake a hand, work a compass,
and paddle a canoe.
He helps me be firm when I want to be too easy, and he helps me stay calm when I didn't know I could.
He tells our girl that she's pretty and valuable, and he puts on a suit and tie to take her to dinner.
He mysteriously shows up at the perfect moment with a screwdriver, or duct tape, or an ace bandage, and he knows how to let go of a bike seat at just the right moment.
He handles all the dog poop, tile grout, and algebra.
He coaches and prays and quiets and scolds and laughs and pushes and pulls with a courage and will that is the bedrock to the rest of us.
Happy Father's Day to the far better half of this team–the man who is, in every sense, a miracle.