Dads

I know Father's Day was a couple days ago, but I didn't get a chance to write since my dad wanted to go on a 7 mile, 3 hour hike that my body was not prepared for, especially cause I have been sick as of late. And my thighs are still sore.

Thus, the delay.

I have considered myself so blessed to have my father in my life. He is my real father, or biological father, as some would say. He has been to every basketball game, church play, teacher conference.. you name it. He has worked all kinds of jobs to make sure we were provided for and so my mama could stay at home most of our growing up years. He has taught me all about what it means to not give up, to be somebody, and to do whatever God asks of us whole-heartedly and passionately. And he taught me all about having fun... enjoy life, play games, don't be worried. That is one of the most important things he has ever shown me.

I love my dad and wouldn't trade him for anyone.

But you know how even more blessed I am? I have adopted even more men as my dad's. Papa Gid and Captain Kirk as I affectionately call them. Gid and Kirk are 2 of my friend's bio daddies, but I really have adopted them as my dad too. And I would like to say they consider me family as well.

How amazing is that? I have been blessed to have 3 dads when some people don't even have 1.

I am a lucky lady.