My Daddy, and the perfect Son.

I remember my dad with fondness. My dad was a preacher. I was the baby of the family and everyone loved me more than the rest of my siblings. Siblings is a word I never knew growing up, I thought they were just brothers and sisters. Some would think that since I had brothers that were old enough to go to war, that my birth just might have been a mistake. It is possible, but I like to think dad and mom were trying for the perfect child, especially after Shirl. (LOL). So I was born.

 I know dad was pretty good at math; he wanted this perfect little boy to be born on his birthday. Mom did not cooperate, so she held me in the garage for three days after dad’s Birthday, and then I BURST OUT, of course I was born in a house, no stable for this perfect boy!

(my mistake, that is MY son Jack, yeah he was ‘nearly’ perfect, okay Sherry, OUR son)

Dad & Mom’s perfect son!

Everyone was surprised that there was no star in the EAST, and the wise men actually got lost. There were no gifts of Gold, Gold and Gold. BUT to the thrill of everyone I was the perfect little boy. The perfect little boy grew into a perfect little teen, into a perfect little Marine (my DI’s weren’t sure), then Sherry saw this perfect guy and I became the perfect boyfriend. Never tried anything on dates, kept my hands where they should be and so on. So, She knew a good thing and I became the perfect husband.

Most of you have no idea the stress of being perfect. LOL! Sometimes it has been a little too much to bear and I have made a few (very few) small mistakes in my life. They are so small they are not worth mentioning, I am sure you will understand.

Dad at the pulpit of one of the churches he pastored.

I wonder so many times if all parents are the same. In my Dad’s eyes I don’t think I ever grew up. I was always mama’s baby. I used to hate that. Now that she is gone, I would love to hear it again from her. There were times we brought the family home on leave, dad would immediately take my car and have the oil changed, he just knew I would not do it, but most of the time I had, or it wasn’t due yet.

Yeah I miss dad, he was the best. I was spoiled, being the baby. Life was rough in our family for the first 5-6 years of my life, but I never knew it. After that I thought my family was rich. I never had an ‘allowance’, but if I wanted a nickel or dime, somehow it was there. God has been good to me all my life, especially now since this silly guy has the ‘perfect’ wife to help keep him straight.

At times we have the perfect sons!!

Thanks for reading the Log.

NIte Shipslog

PS:

The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

The perfect sister? What??

Shirl and I are what is left in Dad &Mom’s family!!!!