My Hero

Happy birthday to my hero!I have tried--started and stopped, started, then stopped again--to write something celebrating Jack's thirty-fifth birthday. It's not that I don't have feelings of gratitude, love, and appreciation for him. It's that I have no idea how to sum all those feelings up into something as confining as words.
Real men change dirty diapers.As long as I've known Jack, he's always been one of those genuinely good guys. He's always found happiness in serving others, is never...