Shane was a truly good man. He was intelligent. He was handy. He was gentle and kind. He was everything I ever wanted in a partner. He never yelled. He never got upset with me. He was an amazing dad. He took time that he didn't have for Preston and I. He made sure Preston and I were going to be alright. He loved his family.
He loved to travel and go on adventures. He was the reason I had such a love for seeing the world. He took me to far off places and took me out of my comfort zone. He helped me become an independent woman. He wanted so badly to go back to Ukraine.
He was in love with his son. He stretched his time as far as it could go to spend it with Preston. He gave him a bath every night so I could take a break. He gave Preston his good looks. He gave him his low hairline and thick blonde hair. He gave him his big head, but wouldn't admit to it. I'm sure that I'll see more and more of Shane in him as he grows.
He loved his family. He thought the world of his mother. He tried to be like her and in many ways he was. He loved his father who was always there to listen and talk. He loved his sisters. Each one was so special to him and he always felt protective of them.
He loved life and lived it to the fullest. We always said we needed to save money and budget and blah blah blah. We were never good at it. We wanted to see things and eat things and go places. We only had four short years together, but he loved me.
He loved our little family. He provided so well for us. He loved law school. He was in the top 20% of his class and had a half tuition scholarship. He was so smart. He planned ahead. He had a paper due on Monday and he had it done last Thursday before the race. He felt strongly about what he believed. We almost always agreed about our political views. He had a strong testimony of our Savior Jesus Christ. He was a really amazing person. We were all better for having known him.
