My Step-Dad

I could take days and days to write out my history.  To combat the extreme boredom that would induce, maybe I'll just chop it all into sections and go a snippet at a time.  We'll start with this.

My Step-Dad.

Today is his birthday.

He's 74 years old and wow, that seems way older than what he is.

He and my mother married when I was nine.   I moved from the sunny, busy, lock your doors, bright lights big city-ness to a small, cold, depressed, isolated town.  They divorced when I was 18.  I whole bunch of life happened in between there, which molded me, not so gently at times, into who I grew up to be.

My favorite thing about him is he's a lover of nature.

He is a hunting, fishing, hiking in the woods kind of guy.  Always has been.

I've eaten Deer, Elk, Antelope, Moose, Pheasant, Sage Grouse, Trout of all kinds, and Cotton Tail Rabbit, all taken at his hand.  Ok, not the Moose, but still.

I've horse-packed, hiked and seen views only a handful of others will ever see.

He's amazing.

He was a father figure when he didn't have to be.  I just kind of came with the deal.  I'm grateful to him for being in my life and continuing to be there when he still doesn't have to be, but is.  Love him for that.

Happy Day.