I'm luckier than most. I have two amazing dads in my life. Both are special and uniquely perfect in their own way. This post is in honor of them....
To the biological, first Dad, Ezra (aka James):
"You made me smile, when I cried,
You gave me peace deep down inside,
You gave me love I just can't hide
Most of all you gave me life when I died."
Remember that one? You used to sing it to us as we went to sleep. Our favorite Daddiya who we could always count on.
I remember when we were so young and mom was traveling...you played both Mommy and Daddy role. You were always so, so caring and tender, yet at the same time strong and steady. I felt safe with you. I still do.
You continued to be the loving understanding Dad when my adolescent hormones went into overdrive and my Sagittarius temper knew no boundaries. I don't know how you put up with me and forgave me for my many outbursts during that time.
And then there were the days of the band...a wonderful 8 years of learning to work together, not only as father/daughter but as co-workers and friends.
I've told you this before, but I still name you and the Lord as the two main things that pulled me out of my extremely severe anorexic state at 18. Thank you for loving me unconditionally through that and continuing to love me through the many ups and downs my overactive, neurotic brain put me through.
I'll never be able to tell you how much I love you, and even using those three words are a paltry imitation of what I feel when I think of you, dearest Daddiya.
Thank you for everything. You are the bestest.
To the honorable Step-father Chris (aka D.C. or Daddy Chris)
You came into our lives when we desperately needed a Daddy figure, mom was traveling, dad lived elsewhere... you patiently took care of a bunch of rascal kids and we grew to love you, so much. It only seemed natural when you became a more official part of our lives when you married mom. You're so perfect for her and you're perfect for us kids too. (A calming force to the Rudow intensity...heh)
I've always admired and loved your easy going nature, your cheerfulness, your hugs, your practicalness and the fact that you're talented at basically anything and everything you do. And you make really good pancakes.
Thank you for making Mom so happy and for being a wonderful father figure in my life.
I love you so much and miss you.
I blame the fact that I'm 27 and still very single on you guys. Heh. They say daughters look for men like their fathers to marry....and heck, I'm still looking and doubt I'll ever find anyone that measures up to you two.
Happy Fathers Day. Am I lucky or what. Doubly blessed.