The day after i turned 5, my "dad" married my mom and we became a real family!! My "biological mishap" never had much to do with me ("you look too much and act too much like your mother...and where did you get green eyes, anyway?"), so i was indeed blessed and honored to have the gentle and kind man i call "dad" come into my life back in 1974!! He raised me, loved me, walked me down the aisle and held my children moments after each was born! So, here is to all those "stepdads" (Lord, how i hate that word!!) out there who give their all to the children who may not have their DNA in their blood, but have their hearts and souls!! Thanks, Dad!!!