Father’s day. A day I celebrate out loud and one I celebrate quietly.
I celebrate out loud for the amazing man who agreed to raise me. Who agreed he would call me daughter regardless the struggle I was in. The man who didn’t know he would be a referee but does the job like a natural pro. The man who agreed to love me as his own.
I celebrate quietly for the man who helped give me life, who agreed to give me a name so close to his I might as well be a junior, the man who showed me how to fire a gun, pitch a tent, use a fishing pool.
Both men made me who I am today. For that thank you, love you, adore you!