My husband has probably the biggest heart of anyone I know. He's been my friend for over half my life and I've watched him grow into a wonderful man. I am blessed enough to call him my husband and the father of my sweet babies.
He's wanted to be a game warden since he was a child; stuck with it, and now has over six years of service with the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission - the job of his childhood dreams. He is a son, a brother, a husband, father, officer, veteran, and friend. An animal lover like no one I've ever known,(hence, his career) and has a passion for learning and history. For the past year, he's been restoring a WW2 jeep to serve as a tribute to the jeep his grandfather had during the war.
He has such a respect for "the greatest generation", and has often remarked that he should have been born back then. Much to my benefit, he was not, and I have the privilege of sharing my life with him. He is a dedicated father, and I can only hope our children will inherit his creativity and drive when it comes to doing what makes them happy and never forgetting to dream. I can honestly say my life is better for having known him, and I can imagine there are others out there who he's touched in the same way. His attitude and honor are infectious and it becomes clear to all who know him when they hear him speak about his job, his passion for elders and servicemen, or his family. He is not a classic "superhero" as depicted to us in comics or movies, but he puts on a badge everyday and reports to a respectable job. When all that is stripped away at home, surrounded by the things and ones that he loves, he's just our "everyday" hero.