I gave my stepdad a lot of grief as I was growing up and going through the teenage years. I gave him the whole you're-not-my-dad routine. I never felt close to him while I was young. I changed my tune at some point during my college career. I'm not sure when or why exactly; I just remember starting to really enjoy sitting and talking with him on the deck at our house when I'd be home from college. I grew up and realized he was the best dad I could have asked for. Granted he had issues to deal with as do we all, but I sure didn't make it easy on him.
My biological father was not father material from what I understand. I mean, come on, he abandoned his wife and two very young children. I am glad he left. I'm sure I would be in a different place right now if he had stayed. What I got instead was a man who chose to become a father to two children who weren't his own. He raised us from the time we were 6 and 7 years old. He is just as much of a dad as he would be if we were blood related.
Today is his birthday, and I want everybody to know how special he is, how blessed I feel to have him in my life and in the lives of my children.
Happy Birthday, Dad!!!!