My Daddy Called!

This was my last weekend at home.  It was hectic to say the least.  We promised each other we were not going to do all this crying and snoting all over each other.  I have done most of my crying in private away from the girls.  Though they try to hide it, they are very emotional like their mommy.  The girls visited their friends and some of their friends stopped by.  My BFF's (MLD) took me to lunch and dinner and chatted my ears off.  Mom and I spent time clearing up administrative stuff and getting our papers in order... Instead of crying, we went shopping and out to lunch and shopping and out to dinner and ...  You get my point.  

September 2010

Oooo but my father called on Saturday and we began to talk and within seconds, tears welled up in my eyes.  I had to turn away from the phone and have not been able to speak with him since.  I love my daddy dearly.  He has always been my protector and provider.  He taught me what it was like to trust God the father because I could always count on my earthly father.  

Our favorite pass time was going to the movies.  It was always just the two of us, with a big bucket of popcorn and a soda and me begging him not to laugh or cry loud. J   He took me to my first play, "The Wiz" and he cried through the entire number of "Home" song by Stephanie Mills.  Now I understand "Home" daddy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQfbazUqaBU&feature=related.

I remember going to the lake and getting a paddle boat and daddy saying… “Look now, we do not have time to row in circles, straighten up and let's go.”  I remember when he taught me to drive a stick shift and I nearly rolled backwards down Clopper Road.  My daddy would show up at Seneca Valley football games to watch me cheer.  He was the one in the puffy blue and beige jacket, skullcap and bell-bottoms that were not in style.  But I did not care… my daddy was there.  My daddy was the only African-American male on the PTA.  It meant a lot, but I would not admit it.  He taught me how to budget and have enough left for a personal banana split.  "Hey, but the bills are paid." When I was a funky little know it all teenager, he helped me figure out what “state” I was in.  He meant psychologically.  I thought he forgot we moved to Maryland… I was so philosophical!   

Perkins Family - Four Generations
(Franklin at sea and Uncle George taking picture)

My daddy inspires me, challenges me and forces me to think waaayy outside the box.  When my daddy is around, I feel like a little girl no matter my age.  He let’s me know that everything will always be okay and no matter what I do, I will always be the greatest.  We are so much alike its funny.  We are entrepreneurs, inventors, enjoy a great joke, have protruding heels and soon I will have “to rip those little buggars out.” LOL!  My daddy has charged me to be better when I mess up and celebrates me with intense passion when I meet the goal.  My daddy was so good to me, I even married a man very much like him!

I will miss my daddy so much it hurts.  I cannot sum my daddy up in one word.  He is charming, captivating and charismatic. He is funny, full of fantastic facts, a family man and focused. My Daddy is the worlds greatest Perkins Philosophical Proliferator.  There is no one in this world just like my daddy. 

God knows I love you daddy.