Father’s day has always been a little awkward for me. I have a dad. I have two dads. Father’s Day makes me feel like I have to decide which one I love more. I know they would never make me choose, but that is how it feels. I know that I am considered lucky, having two that love me, but there is more to it. To simplify it for this blog, I believe one gave me all the genes that makes me who I am and the other one raised me, even through the crappy years. You know, 8-16 years old.
Being a dad isn’t a job that is just handed to everyone. To me a father is someone who created you, a dad is someone who made you who you are.
My dad that raised me since I was five has had a lot of influence on my life. He made sure my writing was perfect, my spelling was on point and that I minded my manners. He taught me what welding was, how crushing rocks work, how to easily draw a diagram of a project and the importance of patience.
Because he’s been such a great dad, he has made the standard of me finding a significant other a lot higher.
Essentially, I just want someone who is not on oxygen. I’m scared those tanks will blow up.
He has made me realize that I am worth more than that.
I deserve someone like him who (is):
- Loving no matter of your choices
- Forgiving when you sell prized possessions
- Stern when you need to do the right thing
- Thoughtful of others
- Loves more than a heart possibly can
- Laughs in a high pitched giggle uncontrollably
- Tells others he is ready for the aliens whenever they are
- Can create amazingness out of a few little pieces of wood or metal
- Will take the burnt food or the butt of the bread because they actually like it
- Have a passion for others that is matched by no other
On this Father’s Day, I’m wishing a happy Dad’s Day, to Jim. A man who I am lucky to have in my life. If I found a man half the man he is, I would be the luckiest girl in the world.
Lots of Love,