My Daddy is Better Than Your Daddy...nah nah nah

There is no doubt about it. My Daddy is smarter than the average bear. These are not just admiring words coming from the mouth of his oldest and adoring daughter either. You just ask anyone within a 1000 mile radius of this county and they'll say, "Oh, you are not just a kidding that guy is "da" bomb." And it's true. Not even three weeks ago he sat in with me on an important financial planning session concerning my retirement. He knows that when I don't understand something that I just QUIT paying attention but I still have that look in my eyes that says I crave to hear about your wonderful plan. When in all actuality I have NO idea what they are talking about. That is where Daddy comes in handy. He gets it. He gets it all. I consider this brag when I tell you that my Daddy will soon, in August, turn 85 years old.

He is still the sharpest dresser in the world. Especially that this county has seen. He owns more sport coats, suits and ties than I own shoes and purses. He dresses like that EVERYDAY because he still works full time. Not just for kicks either. He is an integral part of the B. County District Court System. He is officed with the District Clerks but he is the one who organizes the daily court dockets, keeps the judges happy, the juries entertained and full of coffee and snacks. He is adored by an office full of girls who try to claim him as their own daddy. His idea of relaxing is mowing his yard at 1:00 PM in the hottest time of the Texas sunshine. Proving once again that he is immune to having a heat stroke because he is really some sort of Superpower. It would take another blog in itself to tell you all the things that this man does that even a much younger man would NOT attempt. They are things that scare me witless. It involves ladders and saws. Or steep roof lines. He is stubborn but he is proud. Besides the day job that he commutes to in his new Chevy, he also makes sure that our church building and all the souls within are cared for and prayed for. This is a job that he does not take lightly. And this man, is humble. A word I can't really relate too. He is the guy behind the scenes that gets everything done and NO ONE can figure out who did it. But, then they realize that Mr. W has been on the premises. Quietly and humbly on the premise. He will not accept praise and does not accept compliments very well. He does not do any of those things for his own glory. But, whatever job he is doing you can bet that it is to the best of his ability and not done for outside admiration! Oh, he could quit the county probably but he would never "quit" his church flock. He is our shepherd and our spiritual presence in this world where presences of this type are hard to find. Almost extinct. He doesn't just solve my problems or my sisters or his grandchildren, he solves the problems and carries the load for many many people. We just happen to be lucky to be the chosen ones for him. You know from the fact that we are the fruit of his loins! WHATEVER!

My Daddy is a very handsome and distinguished man. If you met him once, you would never forget him. He has a witty side that until the last few years he kept within our family......there used to be a time ( and still ) that I would do anything to hear my Daddy crack up laughing. He loved Yogi and BooBoo. He went hysterical with Barney Fife. He almost was a double for Johnny Carson. The things and phrases he has made my Mother live with are almost unprintable yet precious and priceless. Unless, you want to hear his private version of Flopsy and Mopsy. He can do a word jumble or a crossword in record time. Usually, while I am still looking for a pencil. And he LOVES.....I mean LOVES you to tell him stories. Especially the 3 Bears. I know for him it just means that someone is going to sit beside him long enough to tell him! Last year for his birthday I wrote him his own personal 3 bear story and I'll publish it here someday to share with you. But today....fathers everywhere across the land are being honored. FATHER'S DAY. When I was so young that I could only look up at my daddy I thought I had the most handsome father in the world. When he was in his Air Force uniform he looked so dignified and important. And he was. He still fits in that uniform too! Then he taught. He taught in the same high school where I attended! But, even then, I never cringed that he was part of that scene with me.

How blessed I am to share this day with the one Daddy who is the most amazingly gentle, spiritual, encouraging, supportive, loving, sharing, wisest, funniest, handsome, stubborn, clever, witty man in the universe. Not just the world. His grandchildren adore, respect and love him. His great grandchildren can't wait to be at his house for adventures. Everything he does is special. He still calls me everyday, several times, to see if I have any kind words for him. The kindest words that I can ever come up with are just so simple but so true, " I love you Daddy with all my heart. And you are....smarter than the average bear." But, loved way more.