Today is my dad's 84th birthday. He was born in Arkansas during the depression in a house that was little more than a tent. He was the 3rd child born to my grandparents, and the first of 3 sons. His oldest sister had died on her 4th birthday, three years before my father was born. It was a different world than the one I was born into.
He served our country in the Navy during WWII, and then went to work in St. Louis where he met and married my mom. They celebrated their 61st wedding anniversary in July! My father became an engineer and my parents moved to California in the early 50's. They waited 9 years to become parents before adopting my older brother. Three years later, my mom gave birth to me. We have been blessed with wonderful, loving parents. Look at them, they're still in love.
My father is one of those men who can fix just about anything. My son Randy, who looks alot like my dad when he was young, seems to have inherited that talent. My dad is also quite an artist. I did alot of artwork when I was in school and I was always proud of the fact that I'd gotten that ability from him.
I can only remember getting spanked by him once....and it was years before I ever stuck my tongue out at anyone again :) I'm sure this was truly a case of it hurting him more than it hurt me. I have rarely even heard my father raise his voice, let alone lose his temper. He's a quiet, hardworking, funny, and loving man. He lives his faith in God by his example. I grew up thinking that everyone had a father like him. He is truly a wonderful father, and I am blessed to call him Dad.
Happy Birthday Daddy, I love you!