Last night I got to watch my hunk of studliness play soccer outside! He has been playing all summer (when he is able) but this was my first game this year due to a certain someone named Elijah. Can I just say I was so proud of my husband! Not because he scored a lot, or kept the team working together, not because he made some AWESOME runs from the back, and can still run with the best of them, not because he can slide tackle a man and get up so quickly and stealthily that the ref doesn't know what just happened. Not because his teammates say they need him to stay in because they get scored on when he's out, not for any of these reasons alone. But I am proud of my man because of the man he is at home to me and our children! Sure, watching him play soccer does stir a bit of pride in me, but the greater pride comes while listening to him read a story with the kids piled on his lap. Or watching him show Jamin how to open the doors for ladies by opening my door. I am proud when he willingly takes up the extra cleaning around the house because I am unable. Or when he pulls out the bible and reads to our children.I smile when he tells one of the kids to get mom some ice cream or make mom some coffee! I am proud when he teaches our children to be thoughtful of others by giving up his seat, or simply playing a game that he doesn't feel like playing at the moment. I am proud to be Mrs. Jack klose in so many ways! I don't have to get to the soccer field for that, I can simply go to my back yard and watch soccer being played by dad and his kids!