June 25th, 2023
I love this photo. We had just found out that we were going to have a granddaughter and since our children are all boys, we were excited about the prospect of having a little girl around (which we would soon find out would be two granddaughters coming within less than a year.)
But as I came across this photo again today, you know what stood out to me?
He was carrying his big, bulky wallet in the pocket of his sport shorts. I had tried to get him to take some stuff out so it wouldn’t be so bulky but he always said he had already “thinned it out” and that anything still in there he just might need. 😆
He hated carrying it in his pocket when he was wearing elastic-waisted sport shorts because, since it was heavy, it kept wanting to pull them down. 😳
BUT, I hated carrying my heavy (also-having-too-much-stuff-in-it) purse around. So when we got out of the truck, he’d always say “You don’t have to carry your purse, baby. I’ve got my wallet.” And I would say, “I can carry your wallet IN my purse if you need it but it’s going to pull your pants down if you carry it.”
He would never agree. He just knew I didn’t like toting my purse around and so he’d argue and take his wallet anyway. Ultimately, I’d just leave the purse in the end. I remember even telling him on this particular store trip “I’m not going to buy anything; we’re just going to look at stuff today anyway.” And he said “I know but I’ll still bring it just in case.”
Spoiler alert: we bought a few things.
Spoiler alert addendum: Scott actually picked out what we got because “She needs this.” And today I don’t even remember what we got that time but I remember that part.
He was always saying “she needs this” but it would be a tiny fishing pole or an entire swing set and I would say, “Baby, we can get it but she won’t need that for a long time…”
He sure did love being a PopPop. I hate it more than I can express that he never got to meet Emory Rose, our grandbaby who is coming later this year. Scott was excited to see the kind of daddy that Jonathan is going to be.
But what I was saying is that THAT’S the kind of man he was for me. I know that carrying his wallet so I didn’t have to carry my purse sounds trivial but he was 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 in so many ways. He was selfless. He was loving. He always put the care and comfort of others before himself. And he just loved and was loyal with his whole heart.
So, maybe in an odd way to anyone else, that lump in his right pocket, pulling the side of his shorts down, reminds me of him a lot. It reminds me of one of the very many reasons that I loved him like I did. And he wasn’t afraid to look like he was wearing a big princess crown. 🥰
God is in the Outcome 