Friday, May 4, 2007

Steven



It would be impossible for me to do justice in trying to accurately describe Steven. I honestly don't know anyone like him. "He's so quiet!", everyone always says. It takes awhile to get to know him, it's true. But I think I do. Steven's not the kind of person who will gush to anyone about his life. It's rare to hear him blab about mundane things. He usually has a point in what he's saying. Every so often I'll realize that he is just talking away and my stomach flips a little. It does because I know he doesn't chat like that with anyone except me.

So yeah, he's pretty quiet. But he's also really funny. Sometimes the way he says things is downright hilarious. He's quick to add something witty even when it sounds like something most people would have rehearsed and held onto for awhile to use for such a moment. He's thought for years that I don't think he's funny. I'm sorry, it's just ingrained stoicism gained by years of living in rural Minnesota. Those Germans don't laugh out loud about anything. A smile should be victorious enough. Anyway, yes Steven, I really do think you're funny. If I readily laughed out loud you'd hear me laughing - a lot.
Ah, he is wise. Yes. Steven can surprise me with a wisdom that's far beyond his years or experience. It comes out of the humble and sound part of his heart. I am soothed by it. I get directed by it. This is the very place he pulls his strength for fatherhood from. Sometimes I'll have days as a mother where I feel so overwhelmed and lost as "Mommy!!!" and Steven will come home and all of my doubts melt away. His patience and sincerity with Evelyn drive me to be a better parent and I can see it in Evelyn's face that she is confident and safe in his love.
I've seen him mature and change over these years and I've never been more proud to really know a person.