To my Biological Father,
My first flight. The bottle of perfume–to take home to mom. That walking puppet. The clearest water I’ve ever seen. The memories are few, but enduring. I’ll never forget my childhood trip to the Virgin Islands to visit you.
The thing I remember most is that you wanted to spend time with me.
Though we’ve only met a few times since then, I think of you often and gaze at your pictures frequently. Pictures of us when I was young, and pictures of you now, with my half-sisters. You know what I’ve noticed about those young ladies? They smile a lot. They’re raising their own children now, and those children are happy, too. That doesn’t just happen. You’ve provided for your daughters and loved them well. They’re beautiful, kind individuals. They’ve even reached out to me on social media. That tells me you did lots right. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
To my Adopted Dad,
I love coming home to the farm. I love spending time with you. You never slow down! You have hay to bale, wood to cut, horses to feed, and garden to plow, but you still stop working and head to the porch rocking chair when I arrive.
When I have a question, you give wise advice. You care about the things that concern me. There’s no topic I couldn’t speak with you about. Except, maybe, all the times I failed you as a daughter. But if I had the courage to mention that, you’d listen wholeheartedly, and love me just the same.
For all the years of love, discipline, and care, thank you. I love you so much. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.