We met 25 years ago. I was broken, and he was whole. We married and built a life together that was nothing but unconventional.
Through it all he is consistent.
His character is consistent
His temper is consistent
His commitment to our family is consistent
When we met, I lived in New York City, and he lived in Los Angeles. Many questioned our relationship, and it’s authenticity. They were concerned that he could be lying to me, but I chose to believe him. I chose to accept his word.
As we honored his father’s memory, I sat in agreement with every accolade bestowed upon Lyle. It was not lip-service for the simple memorializing the man. You see I married the son he raised.
I am the recipient of the measure of this man they were speaking of.
Love has a way of revealing who we are. How we choose to love. Who we choose to love. What we choose to love. Lyle loved his family and serving and people.
Robert is not perfect. We have had our moments of reckoning, but he has had the example of love. Choosing love. Choosing God. Choosing his family. Choosing me.
What is the measure of the man? It’s often the reflection of the man or woman who raised him.
Choose wisely how you live and who you live for. Choose your friends wisely. Choose God. Choose love. It will reflect on everything you do.
I live with the beauty of the Measure of a Man that choose to love, and for that I am thankful. We all have the choice to be better whether we had the example of love or not. We must all return to love.
Lesson:
Look around you, what have you chosen. What have you embraced? Who have you chosen to love? Remember to love the things that can love you back!
“Til Tuesday
