Today is the birthday of a man who has become my Dad.
I don't use that term lightly. It's a term that's earned through sacrifice.
Romans 13:7 tells us to pay honor to whom honor is due.
When I was a baby the man that was my mother's husband abandoned us as he had done several times before. My mother had no idea when she married him that he was still married and had been several times before.
My mom raised us in the 1970s and 80s alone when raising children alone was an anomaly. I've written much in the past few months about our life growing up but for this post suffice it to say it was a faith-filled upbringing.
In 1989 my mother married Ron Kahns, she took his name, his family, his home and he in turn took hers. Their hearts were melded and I gained a Dad that day. It would be years before I fully appreciated the gift I had been given.
Ron has stood by us through thick and thin. He's offered advice when asked, helped with some home improvement projects around our house ( when we had one!) and he's loved and supported us. Now we are kind of leaning on each other.
So happy day that you were born Dad! I'm so blessed that God out you in our family!
(P.s. Doug says I'm trying to turn you into a blubbering fool!.., but I mean every word)
