i case you didn't know, i consider myself a lucky, lucky girl and my dad is one of the reasons i think that. he married my mom when i was 5 years old. he took on the role of dad with the greatest of ease. he was there through everything. brownies and marching band. purple hair dye and questionable boyfriends. teaching me to drive and walking me down the aisle. he loves shawn. he loves my mom. and he loves me.
two years ago, i had to have surgery to remove a lump in my breast. i held
off telling my parents until the surgery was actually scheduled. i was
fairly certain it was nothing and i didn't want them worrying about me
for weeks. i told my mom first. she said she'd tell my dad. when she did she
explained that it was probably nothing and that we don't have a history
of breast cancer in our family. he started to argue with her and
pointed out that his cousin has breast cancer and what about so and
so... my mom, puzzled, just looked at him. he had completely forgotten
that we're not actually blood related. i know, right? best. dad. ever.
both my mom and i are lucky, lucky girls.