Sunday, June 20

Happy Fathers Day!

Let me tell you about my Dad John,

John is my Bio father. Dad is a good old fashioned cowboy. Dad loves animals and has lived on a farm for as long as I can remember.
The things I remember most from when I was little are him always keeping the beat to songs playing on the radio with his hands tapping the steering wheel. Then out of nowhere he would grab my knee and squeeze it in a sort of tickle/torture sort of way. The pain would cause you to flip onto the floor of the truck and twist to try and get away from his death grip.

Dad is a hunter and has decorated every home he has had with stuffed heads and animal skins. I have had many a sleepless night staring up at these heads while visiting him.
One of the best things I can remember about my visits to Dads farms was how I was most able to have an imagination there. Playing on the farm was always filled with hard work (haying season was always my favorite) and time. Tons of time to go exploring and pretending.
Dads farms have always been my safe place. While I was in labour with my children I would often “go to the farm” mentally when the pain was too hard to deal with.  
My Dad John use to make apple pies, really deep dish apple pies using loaf pans. My Dad is liked by everyone.
My Dad use to rodeo and I remember him letting me steer ride one summer in the Tepee Creek rodeo. I loved everything about that day, how, even if he didn’t think I could do it, he never said anything that would make me doubt myself. I just wish he had me wear a hockey helmet and not the English riding helmet. I looked like such an idiot!
I scored a 72 on that ride and I remember him giving me a hug after and saying, “your grandpa would have been so proud of you”
He took me out for pizza after and kept telling everyone, “my daughter rode a steer today.”
My Dad bought me my first beer, and bought my son Ethan his first pair of boots and cowboy hat.
Last September my Dad was in a horrible quad accident. He was up north hunting and it rolled on his head. Brain bleeds, skull fractures, cut off ear, brain damage, every bone in his face was broken, Medivacs, intubation, months in the ICU... It was a ugly time for our family. But in true John style, and against all odds, he made an almost full recovery and just last week got his driver’s licence back. We are so proud of you!
You are one tough Son of a Gun dad. 
I love you!

Now let me tell you about Steve!

Steve is my Daddy. My mom remarried Steve when I was younger (8 maybe) and I think it is because of Steve that I decided to get married myself one day. He is quite possibly the single craziest and most wonderful guy in the universe.

When mom was dating Steve he use to tell Dawson and I (clearly we were retarded) that he was from the planet Borderrigme (pronounced BOR-DER-RIG-ME) but when he actually said the name of his home planet he would sign the “live long and prosper” hand sign and simultaneously Belch the name Borderrigme.

Dawson and I ate it all up. We thought this guy was amazing! He also had a motorcycle, He was 100 feet tall, had the reddest hair and a mustache  that was beyond perfect. He loved plants, and our house was always full of green things. To which I find myself doing now, and I find a home or space much more comfortable when it has a nice selection of plant life.

Steve loves cars, he always played baseball, rode horses with mom and us, but his true sports calling in life is golf. Steve is an amazing golfer! I would confidently say to anyone “my Dads better then your Dad, and I’ll put money on it!”

Steve is loyal, and funny. He has the greatest friends. My mom and Dad, still go to the same Christmas gift exchange party with the same people every year and have since we first met Steve.

My Dad Steve is where Dawson and I got most of our humor. I remember walking home from school one day with a friend (I was in grade 7 or 8) I saw Steve driving past and I yelled ”Hi” and waved. To which Steve stuck his arm out the window and flipped me the bird! I still can’t help but laugh when I think of that day.

Steve taught me how to change the oil in my first car, make oatmeal from scratch, ski, clean in such a way that you could comfortably eat off the floor you just cleaned.

Steve grew in Dawson and I a deep love and appreciation for all types of music, and all genres of movies. I love eccales cakes now because of you, but I’m still not feeling the marmalade thing.

I can honestly say I do not remember Steve ever getting really mad, only once, and my butt really hurt after that single spank. But yours would too after getting hit by the equivalent of a boat ore.

Steve-O, Jonesy, fart face, I love you so much. I am so thankful for you, and I am so grateful my children will get to know you when your still so ugly, and relatively sane.

You are the best thing since sliced bread!

I love you!

Let me tell you about my father in law Richard,

Have any of you had the experience when you were little that you came out of your bed room with your band new dress on, and your daddy was standing there and has a huge smile on his face and tells you how beautiful you look.

And the pride you feel almost seems like it will literally burst out of you. Your smile gets bigger, and almost hurts your face. You sway back and forth to make your dress twirl, and he then gasps again and makes you feel like that simple act made you look even prettier to him.

Well that’s how my father in law makes me feel. I truly, deep down, feel I could do no wrong in his eyes. I married into the best family anyone in the whole world ever could.

Richard is so kind, quietly strong (he just kicked cancers butt-ox), loyal to all, and the world’s best friend. Ask any of his friends and they will say the same thing.

Richard can fix anything, and has. Richard and Diane have raised two amazing children, and continue to be unbelievably involved with the grandchildren. I always feel like Richard is interested in what I say.

Dick has a love for cars, and has, without hesitation handed me the keys to his 1960 Corvette or his 2003 T-Bird and said have fun!

I never feel judged or corrected by Richard. He is just always there, smiling ready to help.

Thank you for being so wonderful!

I love you.


The father of our four beautiful children. Well three for sure...

I am one lucky girl. I feel very blessed to have you. You are the best first husband any girl could ever have. I AM JUST JOKING.

I feel very fortunate to have you as my life partner. You have always been my safe place to fall. You are tender when I need it and will stand your ground when I need it more.

You have given me and the children such a beautiful life. I am very fortunate to have married such a hard working man.

From Ethan- Thanks for working hard and you are going to like my Father’s day present.
From Gabe-Thank you for taking us camping, I love that.
From Seth-I love helping Dad.
From Nora- Thank you for singing me the popcorn and special angel songs last night.

To all the Dads in my life,
Happy Fathers Day!!!!
I adore and love you all!