
When you and Mom met, I doubt that you knew that you would soon be taking on the role of stepfather to an 8-year-old girl. Yet, you did. You took me in like I was the daughter you did not yet have (Mo wasn't born for another 5 years, if you recall), and you always treated me with kindness. I grew up knowing I was loved by a stepdad who had no obligation to love me or treat me like his own.
“Kind words are like
honey – sweet to the soul and healthy to the body.”
Proverbs 16:24
We had our ups and downs. We argued like any stepfather/stepdaughter duo. I got in trouble for being a brat, and you had to ground me. I challenged your rules and gave you attitude. Still, I always knew that you loved me, and you were ALWAYS kind.
Love, Bubba
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