There is a kind of man

There is a kind of man who would stop and check in with an elderly toothless woman just because he knows she waits for him.

There is a kind of man who would feed his Mom when she no longer knows to feed herself.

There is a kind of man who will cry with joy and sorrow both.

There is a kind of man who will hug a stranger, love a father who doesn’t always know who he is and be present when being present is so hard.

This is the kind of man I want my boys to aspire to be and my daughter to find.

And this is the man I love.