The first man I ever loved. The man who fixed my hair when I decided to cut bangs while mom was out of town. Who came to change my tire on the side of the freeway at 2am. The man who went on tampon and pamprin trips anytime I ran out. Who gifts me beef jerkey and cheese for my birthdays. Who tells the WORST jokes. Who STILL comes home from work to take care of me when I’m sick.
The man who cradled me as I held my lifeless baby’s body in my arms. Who took apart the crib and moved our things out of our home for us when we couldn’t bring ourselves to do it. The man who has loved my mother for 40 years. The man who not only helped create my life, but has nurtured and supported me every step of the way. Happy Fathers Day