OT, But...

On this Father's Day, it occurred to me just how blessed I am to have 2 fathers.

From one I inherited my hair color, the way my little toe curls in, my smile, actually pretty much my whole face.  He bread into me my will and determination, my artistic abilities (which I sadly let fall by the wayside) and creativity, my wit and maybe my wild Irish temper.

From one I learned about pancake breakfasts, Sunday family dinners, being grounded, last minute road trips.  He taught me about class and manners, though I may forget them after a drink or two, and encouraged my creativity and wit.  He exposed me to theater from "What a Spot" to "A Chorus Line", and classical music.  I actually picked the piece for the recession after our Wedding Mass because it was one of the first that I remembered listening to.

Though my "birth" father didn't have the opportunity to see me grow and change throughout most of my life, he was there at the beginning.  And there are memories of sitting at the drawing table with him as a child that will forever be vivid in my mind.  My "step" father didn't have the opportunity to be there in the beginning, but he held in his tears of pride and love when he walked me down the aisle.  I would not be the person that I am today without both of these ever important men.  And although, on this Father's Day, I can't physically be with either of them due to death and distance, to both of my dads, I say Thank You.