A Good Man

Whatever you want to say about Shawn, the consensus reigns:  he's a good man.

Better than a good man.

He's a great man.

He's a great father.  A great husband.  A great friend.

I'm lucky to have married my best friend, and I'm lucky to celebrate his 40th Birthday with him in a very unceremonious way: a toddler play date.

And oh yea, a no-kids trip to play in the World Series of Poker in June.

If our children turn out to be called good people by those who know them, it'll be because they had Shawn as a Dad.

I hope he teaches our children to love to read.

(But to buy those books digitally, because we are totally out of room to store them).

To cheer for Clemson football.

(And call for the coach's firing anytime we may lose to Carolina).

To dance with any man who asks, and to ask every girl in the room to dance.

(Even if what they lack in skill, they make up for in enthusiasm).

To live with a pure heart and good intentions at all times.

(Especially if the other person is being a grade A jerk).

To always put family first.

(Even if the other person is being a grade A jerk).

To always win at Trivial Pursuit.

(Unless the topic is spelling, but really, when do you have to spell anything in Trivial Pursuit.)

To care, to participate, and to have opinions that you are able to back up in politics.

(And to turn to CSPAN in lieu of CNN, MSNBC, or FoxNews).


Happy Birthday Shawn!  The world is a better place because you are in it.