Happy Fathers Day

As many of you know I am very blessed to have two fathers, and when I am talking about one of them I always say Dad, and I am always asked to clarify which one I am talking about so since I am going to get to spend the day with my biological father on Father’s Day I thought for Father’s Day I will dedicate my blog to my other Dad my Step Dad

Harold Ray Cook.

I must say I have never been comfortable calling him my Step-Dad, because he is more like my Step-UP Dad, because that is exactly what he is, he stepped up to be a father to me so I GOT TWO. I think that makes me a really BIG Daddies girl you know since I have two and all.

So I would like to take this time to tell everyone how much he means to me. He taught me so many things, like how to throw a football, how to hike (this taking me hiking thing may have made my Mother a little crazy because he let me climb as high as I wanted) as well as a long list of other fun things.

He always convinced me (with a little help from my Mom with a guilt trip) to do things I was afraid of. The story that comes to mind is we were snow skiing in Flagstaff and he wanted to go down some moguls and I was terrified and did not want to go, so as always I timidly went, we started together I got half way down the mountain having an amazing time when I stopped because he wasn’t next to me, and where do you think he was? Half way between the top and me, so I waited and waited and waited. Once he caught up we headed down together again and what do you think happened then? I got to the bottom of the mountain and my Mom asked, “Where’s Dad?” (Insert my little kid blank stare here) “He was right beside me a second ago” As we turned and looked back at the mountain, there he was slowly coming down. Needless to say, I waited very impatiently for him to get down so we could go again, and what do you think he said when I asked to go again? With a smile on his face he said “you didn’t want to go earlier” then we skied our happy butts back to lift. Pretty sure he painfully came down that mountain with me 5 more times.

He almost passed out in the emergency room when they removed a splinter the size of a nail out of my foot. I would tell you how I did it but Dad made me swear I would never tell so he didn’t get in trouble with Mom.

He let me drive the boat by myself when I was about 13-14, and by “by my self” I mean I was the only one in the boat. Wait does Mom know about that yet? Whoops

He was there when I lost my first teeth, he was there when I won my first gymnastic trophy, and he was at every dance recital.

Now lets be serious there were plenty of times when he didn’t like me very much, like when I was being a brat, however he always loved me and I never doubted it for a second and he always treated me like I was his.

Fact of the matter is he didn’t have to, he chose to.

There have been times in my life when I have been very upset and showed up at my parents house unexpectedly and my Mom has answered the door, held me as I cried, then Dad walked in and Mom has felt like she turned into chopped liver when I have pulled away and ran to Dad.

So Happy Fathers Day Dad! I love you and Thank you for being, what you didn’t have to be.

A GREAT FATHER

Happy Fathers Day

I love you