Photo Source: Unsplash Himself   The man I love sits on the sofa watching the news with his eyes closed, after mowing our lawn and the lawns of two neighbors. He wishes he had time to do more even though he gets away with  a morning of golf now and then, or manages to catch a baseball game a few times each season, before or after days of helping his mom, or providing a leg up for one or two of our four children, or one of our neighbors . . . or many friends. He spends every Tuesday at church...