Several years ago, I wrote a post to honor my dad Vernon. I shared the story of his time in Korea. I did my best to share his heroism with my readers. I wanted the world to know what an amazing man the simple farmer from Kansas truly was. I wanted to honor my hero. This past week, I lost my "other" dad. My father-in-law, Keith, passed from this life to the next. It has been a difficult time, to say the least. Let me introduce the man who became Dad Johnson to me almost 36 years ago. I briefly met my husband's family on our college campus. Little did I know that two years later, I would again be introduced to them, but this time as their son's girl friend. Keith (my husband) and I were traveling to Michigan to begin our summer internships. His family graciously met us in Terre Haute, as we had left Springfield, MO, in the wee hours of the morning. From the moment we made acquaintance, I was wrapped in their love and joy. T...
And she gave birth to her first-born son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn. 
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