Thursday, April 15, 2010

2 and The Stepdad.

I never had a dad. I don't make this statement to invoke pity or compassion or anything for that matter. It's just a fact. I don't know what having a dad feels like.

I do, however, have a Mom. And who she is as a parent, well trust me, I did pretty darn good in the parent department.

My Mom l-o-v-e LOVES The Husband. The reason she loves The Husband so much is that they are true kindred spirits. Two of the three most compassionate people I have ever met, they would help anyone do anything anytime no matter how they felt. It's true.

The third most compassionate person? She knows who she is. She is my soul-sister but she doesn't read this blog and she knows how I feel about her so we will just let it go at that.

Anyway, about 2 and The Stepdad.
Last Saturday night, after a long, warm, hectic day full of a full work schedule for The Husband, plus a full Saturday schedule for me, followed by a 2 hour dance performance by 3 and an hour long trip to the grocery store, well....let's just say the two of us were exhausted and looking really really forward to the couch.

As we were leaving the grocery store we got a somewhat frantic call from 2. She and her friend, the ridiculously handsome Chase, were headed to meet up with a large group of friends at a Rockin R Ranch dance party. As they were driving through our neighborhood (lucky for them) one of the tires on Chase's car went flat.

I'm not going to lie. Chase was worried. Apparently Chase's parents expect him to be a responsible boy and take care of his car. Not to worry, 2 said. She called her Step Dad.

Now is the time to say that neither myself nor The Husband had ever laid eyes on Chase.
2 explained the situation, and said they had driven the car to our house. Would Dodd help?

Of course, she already knew the answer to that question. And the absolute certainty that her Step Dad would not only show up to help, but be happy to do it, says everything about our life with Dodd.


Chase and Dodd set about changing the tire. Which, on any other given day, would be a piece of cake. On this day, it wasn't. Something about a backwards bolt or nut or something like that.

Anyway, long story short, 2's Dodd stayed out, late into the night, exhausted and sleep-deprived, and kept at it until they got that tire changed.

Now, those of you who had Father's of this type are probably completely underwhelmed by this story. But trust me, those of us who didn't are absolutely overwhelmed.

And the most precious part of the story? 2's unwaivering faith that Dodd would come through for her, no matter what.
Because that is how he rolls.

He would do anything for her. And I know, by watching her, that being a teenage girl with a Dodd like that is pretty sweet


  1. Now that's the way a sweet, smiling, gorgeous girl gets a tire changed! LOL

  2. amen. dodd rocks. i have that same faith in dodd for myself! :)

  3. I love this post!!!! (tear)


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