For my girls (and a little bit for me), PART 28

28. What’s your favorite quality in your spouse?

Randall Mixon is one of the good guys. In a world where people are more likely to bend the rules than live by them, your Daddy walks the line every day of his Life without fail. He is Vehemently Vanilla to my Ragin’ Rocky Road, and I like it that way.

Your Daddy drives the speed limit. He goes two miles out of his way to avoid a left-hand turn onto Cypress Street for fear of putting his girls in jeopardy. He won’t carry a gun without a concealed carry license, and when he goes fishing, he has his license up-to-date and ready to present if asked.

He believes in the sanctity of marriage but doesn’t seek to define that for anyone other than himself. He believes in sharing the word of God with his children but understands they cannot be forced to embrace it. He believes in loving all people regardless of who they are and does not pass judgment on those whose path through Life varies from his own. 

Your Daddy loves his family wholeheartedly and every-breathedly. There is nothing he wouldn’t do or willingly give up to make sure we are happy and safe. He is the proud father of three very special young ladies, and he is the faithful husband to a crazy woman who isn’t always easy to handle. He is a son who reveres his father and seeks his mother’s comforting words, and he is a brother who loves your Uncle Michael not only as his sibling but also as his friend.

Randall Mixon might as well ride a white horse and carry an iPod that blasts triumphant, here-to-save-the-day music behind him everywhere he goes. He isn’t perfect – no one is. But he is head and shoulders above 99.9% of the rest of the world, and that makes him imperfectly perfect for me.


About Rebecca Mixon

If you attend my funeral, please wear red. Make sure my loved ones do not bury me in shoes, and make sure they don't let the undertaker make me look ridiculous. I want beautiful music and lots of storytelling. All that will be great once I'm gone from this Earth. But, while I'm here, give me my flowers while I live. It has come to my attention lately that we don't "give people their flowers" until it's too late for them to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the sentiment. I'm changing that. The people in my life will know how they are appreciated and loved, and they will smell the aroma of their flowers as often as I get the chance to tell them. This blog is about the blessings in my life. Mainly, it's about the people who keep my world spinning on a good axis and help me realize that work, bills and stress mean nothing. Family counts. The rest is just gravy.
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