Seriously...

We all tend to find someway special to prepare for Mother's Day, year in and year out we find someway to give back to the woman who has given us so much in our lives. It is now the day of the year that we give something back to that man who has helped make us the person we are. Personally, I find it difficult to give some "thing" to Mike, my stepfather, it just feels that anything materialistic simply will not convey how truly awesome I think the man is.

So I have given him a gift of words, an expression of what he really means to me, my life, and my future. He is after all the single most important male role-model to have ever entered my life.

He also happens to be the man who got me started down the road to computers, mentoring me on sunday mornings while we put together a computer when I was 12, helping me build my first computer when I was 13, helping me get my first tech job when I was 22, and everything from there forward is history and experience. Thanks to him I have learned the importance of "red button learning" (basically: press the fucking button and see what happens).

Truly some things in life cannot be explained, they can only be experienced.

He is also the first man who respected me before expecting me to respect him back. He fought hard to earn that respect, and never gave in, nor forced his hand in getting the respect back from me. The epitome of this respect to me was when he asked me if he could marry my mother. I was 16. Since then he has respected my knowledge and ability to learn on so many occasions that I care not to count.

Some people in life can only be met to be understood.

He also happens to be the man who has always supported me in becoming the man that I am, always understanding my needs and my faults. He has been the best coach, the best team-mate, and best friend. This was all before I considered him "father".

The things others have learned can be shared.

If it weren't for this man I probably would have made many other mistakes in my life. Even with him there I made my fair share of mistakes, but he has always been there, never offering advice, but always giving support and guidance when needed. His touch on any situation always light, yet strong and suggestive.

Mike, I suppose I can only tell you, that without you as my Father, I'd be a lesser man. You've made me who I am today.

Thank you

So I spent the last few days in San Diego, chilling out with a friend who I now see as more than a friend. It is rarely that you meet someone, and know from the start that you are absolutely crazy about them. Yet, this is how I feel about this person. What's best is that she feels the same back to me.

As for the poetry goes, when I'm happy I'm far too ADHD to put how I feel to poetry, or prose for that matter. Lets just leave it at this:

I'm really happy with the one I have,
She's made me forget the one I had,
Though miles away she may be,
I know she's of what I dream.