He is loving and kind. He has a heart as big as he is. He feels so deeply. He recently lost his brother. Gary was very sick for so long. Brad was, as the only surviving member of the core family, a comfort and strength for his brother. He always knew what to say to Gary. Now Brad is so sad because his brother is gone. God give him peace.
He is so smart. He is my encyclopedia, dictionary and GPS. If he has heard the information, it is still somewhere in his brain. He can speak to a large group, intelligently, off the top of his head. This really makes me mad. I prepare for weeks to teach a lesson and he just wings it and it is excellent. God give him clarity.
He is funny. Last night at the super bowl party, he kept changing who he was rooting for just to get a rise out of Terri. He opens his mouth and funny comes out. He is a wonderful story teller. I have heard his stories over and over and over for the last 37 years and most of the time I still enjoy them. They get better over time. (If you want honesty, there are some stories that I have heard enough.) God give him wisdom to know the difference.
He is a people person. He can go into a group of strangers and keep the conversation going. He is everyman. He is equally comfortable talking to a group of 3-piece suit clad lawyers or overalls clad rednecks. God give him discernment.
He is great with children. They love him and much as he loves them.
I have spent many a dinner at the children’s table because all the kids want to sit by Brad. My sister had to spend weeks undoing a weekend of his mischief when her kids were little. Now she has just given up. Right now our grandson likes me best but I’m sure that will soon change.
He is “Mr. Brad” at church and the star greeter. (The candy may have something to do with that). He loves to tease the kids and they tease him right back. He has found his calling in the children’s ministry. God give him patience.
He is a wonderful parent. He is a balance to my compulsiveness. I go on and on and he just takes it in stride. He will talk to Megan on the phone as long as she wants to talk. (I get the business done and I’m gone.) When they were small, he would make up silly songs and keep them occupied while I was off doing my thing. God give him longevity.
He is a great husband. He is so patient with me. I have crafts and projects EVERYWHERE. (Remember never throw anything away?) He can barely get through the house or the garage. I would much rather creative than clean or cook or laundry, but he loves me still. He is so romantic. He writes me poetry. He gives me thoughtful presents. He gives me surprise parties. God give him an understanding heart.
I love that Marvelous Man.