For a short time after Hope and I were married, I was her parents’ favorite son-in-law (neither of Hope’s sisters is married, so the competition was sparse). Then I moved their daughter twice as far from home at the same time as she was pregnant with their granddaughter, and my approval ratings plummeted. In the years since, I believe I have (mostly) redeemed myself, but I am afraid it is largely through the kindness of their hearts, nothing extraordinary on my behalf. I am so grateful to be in their family – a family they raised with values that I hope our children one day exhibit: compassion, humility, selflessness, toughness, and work ethic. As a cattle farmer and a teacher from southwest Missouri, neither of Hope’s parents had familiarity with the innerworkings of high-major college athletics or knew anything about the University of Illinois. But they are now proud Illini, and I am so thankful to them for their love, trust, and time. My life is so much richer because they are in it.
Without siblings or nieces and nephews of my own, I have been the happy beneficiary of Hope’s two sisters, Heather and Holly, and Heather’s two children, Colin and Addyson. As yet another example of how the University of Illinois has changed our lives, Holly recently relocated to Urbana after spending her entire life in Springfield, Missouri, because she wanted to be a more regular part of Tate and Will’s childhood. And Addy, our niece, chose to attend Illinois, where she is now thriving as a freshman. It has been wonderful having extended family close and being able to create shared memories together.
I need to make special mention of Van Curtis. Van grew up with my dad, and he has been part of my life for my entire life. He has been my biggest cheerleader and my staunchest advocate, from high school sports to the National Football League – and now in my homecoming to Illinois. His heart is boundless and his loyalties are unquestioned, and I cannot imagine being on this journey without him. He is family.
Van likes to say that life is built on friends and memories. I have been blessed to build a small number of deep, highly personal friendships. Friends are the family you choose, and I am fortunate to have chosen wisely. I have to say thank you to Brian, JonPaul, Nick, and Greg; to Derrick and Adam; to Warren, Kent, and my mentor, Ron Guenther; to Roger (congratulations, Mr. AD!) and Bob; to Coach V, Travis, and Adam; and to Patrick, Luke, and Cush. Your presence in my life exists independent of this magical mystery tour that I seem to have stumbled into for these last ten years, making you more like family than friends. You have been there for me, in good moments and in bad, always willing to lend a hand or offer a word of encouragement. I am always here for you, ready to reciprocate the unconditional love that you have given to me.