My Dads are the best
Sunday, June 15th, 2008Since I’ve been about 4 years old I have been blessed with two dads. John, my biological father, and Paul, my stepfather. They both walked me down the aisle at my wedding and held me up as I began to trip even though they are the ones with the bad knees!
Growing up with two dads meant there was never a lack of parenting! And since they have totally different parenting styles I got quite the education. John taught me about Journalism and Woody Allen movies. Paul taught me how to grease my own wheel bearings and make a martini. Their differences passed down to me has made me versatile at times but quite contradictory in others.
I got twice the advice, twice the discipline and twice the love. It’s not always ways easy - Scott had to get the approval of both. He passed with flying colors. :)
I’m grateful to have both of them in my life. They’ve been holding me up long before that moment on the aisle. I never went without unconditional love, support and blessings. Thank you, my fathers. I love you both with all my heart. A daughter couldn’t ask for anything more. Happy Father’s Day


