Today’s shout out goes to family. After all, without family how would we get as crazy as we are!
I’m taking time today to honor my sister’s husband, Jason, and her son Caleb.
My sister called me after she and Jason started dating. She was elated. She said that he was such an amazing person. She could see spending her life with him. He could be “the one.”
They dated for awhile and she brought him to meet us after Eli was born. We had a HUGE party (understatement of the year!) at my in-laws house to welcome little Eli into the world when he was a month old. My in-laws know how to throw a party and there were more people than we could count there. Jason is a shy, reserved kind of guy. He took it all in stride, though and drank beer and hung with the guys outside. He began his journey that day of becoming part of our family – the poor guy!
Jason returned to our home a mere 5 months later to attend Eli’s batism where my sister was named Eli’s Godmother. He again participated fully in a large family party. He took the liberty of videotaping the entire event. He hung with the entire family and truly enjoyed himself.
It wasn’t long after this that my sister announced that she was pregnant. She and Jason were both ecstatic! She went into premature labor at 32 weeks gestation and was scared – so was he. He wasn’t around for the loss of our triplets but knew the story. He called me terrified and asked if I would come. We bonded over being parents, over caring for his precious little one. He worried about Caleb and questioned doctors and nurses about his care instead of simply taking their word as bond. He was advocating for his son.
He continued to grow as a father and as a partner. He eventually asked my sister to marry him. The wedding was amazing! He made sure it was everything that my sister dreamed of. He was a part of everything but I think he enjoyed standing back and watching her glow. She danced and sang at the reception and he watched with that look of true love.
A mere 6 months later my sister was diagnosed with stage IV metastatic melanoma. He was by her side for each appointment. He took care of her. He honored her wishes when it came to treatment. He was with her when she died. And through it all he took care of their sweet little boy. A little boy who was asking questions about his mom. A little boy who needed his dad to hold him, to greive with him, to make it all better.
Jason has risen to the occasion. He is an amazing father to his son. My sister would be so proud to see the two of them and what they’ve become. They continue to live each day and move forward. Things are difficult for them from time to time, like it is for all of us. In those times they both know that we are here for them. Jason will call or text just to say hello and get some advice or just talk. It makes us all feel better.
In the middle of all of this Jason is going to school to eventually become a pharmacist. Yes, I know, “easy” stuff – Ha! He is acing his courses and is truly amazing.
I look up to Jason for all that he has done and continues to do. I am proud to call him my family and am happy that my nephew has him in his life.