Today is his birthday. 51! My mom forgot to have a big party for him last year so this year is his 'big 50th birthday bash- one year late.' This is a man whose father died when he was only 12, and yet he learned to be an extraordinary father himself. He joined the Navy when he was only 17 and in serving his country, became a man consumed with service. His life is spent for others; the church, his country, his wife, his children, his grandchildren, even his employees. He is wise, SO capable (it seems there's nothing he can't figure out), and funny (at least he thinks so ;)) , and brings laughter to every family gathering. He is not consumed with pride, or material things, but works harder than anyone I know for the people he loves. This is a man who married a woman with six children ranging from eight to 21 and took care of them. He is the reason I have confidence in myself as a daughter, a mother, and a woman. He taught me to rotate tires, change oil, and empty the septic tank on a motor home, none of which I appreciated at the time and all things I hope never to have to do again. But I'm sure in some way, they all still added to my sense of self-worth. He taught me that to survive life and make right choices, you need self-reliance, obedience, a great work ethic, and humor. I have always known that he would do anything for me and my family and thanks to this, I was able to grow up in a world full of chaos and insecurity feeling nothing but safe.
Happy Birthday Kirk. I love you!