Tomorrow is Father’s Day. For anyone reading this blog, you might think that this holiday is too sad for me to think about.

You would be wrong.

I’m not sad. I’m kinda grateful.

Grateful for the stepfather that brought new siblings into our lives and sang me bedtime songs in funny voices hosted by Nutsy the Squirrel and took us to the flea market for the best bagels.

Grateful for the stepfather that is the lid to my mom’s pot, who does everything he can to make her life easy, thereby making my life easy too.