Nearly three years ago, the two men who were instrumental in making me the woman I am today walked me thirty feet toward my future. And then let me go.
These men have been my constants in a world of variables; they helped me take my first steps, taught me to read, held me when I cried, taught me to drive a stick shift, learned patience when I reached the incredibly volatile teenage years, provided advice (often unsolicited) on matters from college to credit cards, brought out the figurative shotguns when I got my first (and as it turned out only) boyfriend, fought for me when my illness wreaked havoc, and – when it was time – gave me the reins to sort it all out myself.
To these two men – forever and always – Happy Father’s Day.
With my dad and step-dad
Still Miles to Go 