This post has absolutely nothing to do with the general themes of this blog, but I just need to share….

I got a card from my papa today. He isn’t a very mushy man. He gives great hugs, but heis a military man. Even after all these years, he is larger than life to me. I don’t know a better person that currently walks the earth.  He has solid, unwavering ethics, and always puts his family first (even if I don’t get the method to the madness).  He loves mother deeply. Yeah, I am his biggest fan! God could have not given me a better father!

I often feel uncomfortable when explaining my family makeup to people. I hate being forced to make the distinction between my biofather and my dad.  It sometimes feels like I am diminishing the magnormous impact my dad has had in my life.  We put so much weight on biology and “roots” but blood is really NOT thicker than water.  I may share DNA with my biofather, but my dad gave me life. 

So, surprise surprise, I got a Valentine’s Day card in the mail from my papa that made me cry. I won’t share what he wrote, but the card reads:

Dear Daughter,  This little valentines comes from the heard of once  upon a time, when you were my funny peanut butter and jelly face- the angel-girl I fell in love with who I could hold and hug forever. You’re my beautiful daughter, wise beyond your years, worrying me one day and inspiring me the next. Today and always, I’m so proud of you and I love you with all my heart.

Ditto papa, ditto!