Thirty five years ago today, my Dad married my Mom (and me.)  We call it “Our Anniversary” because Mom and I came as a package deal.  I was a rambunctious four-year-old and he was willing to take me on despite my proclivity for reminding him, “I don’t need to listen to you! You’re not my Dad!”  He didn’t let that scare him off, and he never let the fact that we didn’t share DNA stop him from disciplining, encouraging, loving, supporting, and advising.

Well, thiry five years later and he has been everything a Dad should be and more.  The best gift my Mom ever gave me was marrying him and I will be eternally grateful to God for interceding and sending him our way.