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Don’t call him my stepdad….

Many complications have risen from me saying “my daddy” and having to specify… But I could never get behind calling the man who raised me and loved me and sacrificed for me – my stepdad. 

Yes, some say a step dad steps in but mine didn’t. He came running to my rescue, running to love me and to bring me flinstones vitamins and McDonald’s. He came running to stick around for me when things got rough. He came running to be my hero, before I ever recognized him as such. He came running when I was in trouble and my mother was ready to shut things down. He came running because I was his princess, to him – I’m too smart to make mistakes. In his eyes I’m too good of a girl to do anything wrong.:. And though his perception is one I have seldom lived up to, I now see how valuable he is. 

He loved me so well, nobody ever questioned whether he was my real dad. He loves me, to this day with everything he has and I never feel like my thank you is enough. I don’t feel like my “I love you daddy” adequately states what my soul really means when I say it.

Thank you for accepting me.

Thank you for choosing to love me.

Thank you for making sacrifices for me, those I know about and those I don’t. 

Thanks for being there whether I had a lizard that scared me or a little girl growing in my belly that did. 

Thank you; not for stepping in but for running to my rescue. 

Thank you for being my hero.

I love you daddy! 

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To my lover…

You awaken the depths of my soul and breathe life into my weathered existence.

Your lips press against mine and your words spill out of me. 

Your eyes lineup with mine and you change my vision of the world, of my past, of myself.

You love me so completely and with so much fervor that all my broken pieces only make sense in your presence. My heart aches for he sight of you and my soul cries out for your tender mercies. 

Even when you slay me, my lips will not relent in giving you praise. The fruit of my lips are an offering pleasing to you and this broken, tattered heart of mine is your most prized possession. 

Should another come between you and I? May it never be so.

May I never forget the caress of your forgiveness and the overshadowing of my shortcomings. 

May another never take the king of my heart from His throne, but may my body be presented to you eternally as a sacrifice and living testament of your grace. 

Give me more, love me harder, draw me closer, breathe me in until only your breath remains in me.

Let my lips speak your words.

Let my heart beat with your love.

Let my mind, think your thoughts. 

May I live everyday, with the expectation of my lover. He will never leave me, never forsake me and daily He shares pages from the 66 book love letter that tells me just how completely and unselfishly He loves me.

My beloved is mine and I am His.