Today I attended the funeral of Grandpa Great. He was a man. As I watched dozens of pictures that had been put together on a video loop, I saw a man who took care of his family and a man who defended his country. Several of the images were of him as a sailor in the Navy. Pictures on tropical islands with his shirt off as he worked in the construction battalion. The pictures were taken during relatively peaceful moments. But there were many moments and hours filled with bombs and bullets. He endured those moments and persevered and overcame. A true man. I am ever grateful to the men and women who have defended and continue to defend our amazing country and our hard-earned liberties. Many of the pictures were of him with his wife. Every interaction I ever saw of him with his sweetheart was tender and loving. He obviously treasured her and put her welfare ahead of his. A true man.
I had an experience today that made me feel like a man. Perhaps more so than any experience I have ever had. It took about 20 seconds and five steps. As I carried my sweet Cali across the snow from the car door to where her wheelchair was, as I cradled her in my arms and did something for her that she simply could not do for herself, I knew that I was doing the right thing at the right time. That I was doing what the ultimate example of manhood would have me do. Somehow it eased some of my burdens. It's not easy being father to so many. But it is providing me opportunities for growth and love and service that I could not experience any other way. I still hope that when I grow up I can be the man that Father in Heaven would have me be. I'll keep working on it. One step at a time.