My real Dad has never been a "real" part of my life. I know that a lot of people can say this and its not an uncommon occurrence. I can say though, that I have never missed out on having a real Dad.
My Dad's name is Jody. My mom re-married when my sister and I were 6 or 7. He was a huge part of our lives way before that though. I never understood the significance of how a man who had never had children could love my sister and I like Jody did. There was no hesitation and I always knew that he loved me and considered us his own. I now understand because I have a child of my own. I think that it shows the kind of person he is. He loved my mom so much that he loved us too. It proves that blood doesn't make a family and as my friend so eloquently quoted on facebook today "anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a dad".
I have never called Jody "Dad", but I think and hope he knows that Dani and I have never thought of him as anything different. Now not only is Jody my Dad, but he is Liv's "papa". Thank you Jody for being my wonderful Dad, but also for being Liv's amazing Papa. I love you Jody!