“My mom and biological father split before they knew my mom was pregnant with me. Four years later she met the neighbor and her new life began.
He was always very respectful of me and my boundaries. I was about 5 when he asked my mom to marry him; he asked me if it was okay.
I went upstairs and held counsel with my stuffed animals and dolls. We agreed he could stay if he passed one test: the next time we went to the park, I climbed to the highest point on the jungle gym when no one was looking. From there I shouted ‘Hey Dad!’ And leapt. This man turned around and caught me no problem.
He’s been there to catch me when I fall ever since. He’s my rock, my biggest supporter, and the best dad and grandfather anyone could ask for!”
– Emily Coyle
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