Brent's 39th birthday isn't one I think we'll ever forget.
Brent's 39th birthday was yesterday.
The day he carried our son back onto US soil. The day that ended his Macgyver-esque adventure in Haiti. The day that 3/4 of my family was finally on the same continent and it was MY continent.
I don't think there are words to describe how proud I am of Brent and what he's done... the example he's set for our son.
Brent's large in stature and larger in heart. For some reason, adults kinda shy away from him and every child instantly knows he's a human jungle gym.
He was meant to be a dad.
And today, finally, he's sleeping in America with his son. And they're dirty and exhausted, but they can fix those things.
I leave in a couple hours to catch a plane to Miami.
I can't wait to see my boys.
I love you, Brent. Thank you for being one of my heros.