I’m not sure when I switched over to calling him Papa.
It was always Ken, my wife’s father. Before that, he was Ken, my girlfriend’s father.
When we got married, he had tears streaming down his heavily lined face. He was signing our marriage certificate, and he stopped, looked up and said, “I’m not losing a daughter, I’m gaining a son.”
And to this day, I have never felt anything less than a solid member of the Carpenter clan.