i’m a very lucky girl. in the dad department, i scored BIG!

my mom and i have certainly had our issues (more on that later. maybe.), but she picked me out the 2 best dads on the planet. i seriously don’t think she could’ve done better for me (and my brother. though, he’s even luckier than i am cuz he gets both dads AND me as a sissy!)

my dad is the best. he’s generous, loving, and would do anything for me. he’s taught me about unconditional love, math (against my will), and continues to remind me of my brilliance daily. he’s always there when i need him and has done everything in his ability to make my life easier. plus, my love of books is due to him (and if you know me AT ALL, you know how i love love love the books). he always encouraged me to read and was always willing to buy me any book i ever wanted (shel silverstein, i love you! but not more than my dads). if my heart could take a human form, it’d likely look identical to him. my friends are constantly begging for him to adopt them. sorry folks, he’s all mine!

my bonus dad is the greatest. he’s patient, kind, calm, compassionate, and somehow managed to stick around through my bratty adolescence. he is the perfect compliment to my nutty mom. it doesn’t even feel right to call him a step-dad because he’s so much more than that, hence why i refer to him as bonus dad. i can barely remember a time when he wasn’t part of our lives. he was there when i was learning to drive (i remember him making me drive the car in reverse up a dirt road hill because he said most accidents happened while in reverse), he’s the one that taught me how to change my oil (i don’t remember how to do this, but i tell people that i do, for street cred), he didn’t say a single negative thing when i was going through my i love jim morrison phase and wrote ‘jim morrison is god’ (blasphemous, i KNOW! shoot me, i was young) in his birthday card instead of something heartfelt (sorry about that. my mom yelled at me about it and i STILL feel badly), and he’s always been a great sounding board (he gives damn good advice too, without sounding judge-y. he’s pretty remarkable). i hope to be half the parent he didn’t have to be.

i know i don’t thank them enough for the roles they’ve had in making me who i am. and for helping me develop into the amazing, lovely, and incredibly intelligent person i’ve blossomed into. so, here it is: thank you both. you mean the world to me. and i love you, more than i’ll ever be able to express.

(thanks mom.)