Later this week a very special occasion will happen in our family. Our youngest son Tom is getting married. Marilyn and I have some very special children who have excelled in many things. Dan has built a successful business in a very short period of time and has proven to be a player in the collision repair field in Lincoln. A lot of it can be attributed to Tom's help. Dan is proving to be a loving and attentive Father and Husband.
Juli is an excellent Mother, Musician, and groomer.... But this is about Tom this week so here goes.
Tom got to the age of five when I recall saying "that little boy has only cried a total of about 5 minutes in the last 5 years." He was contented as a child. Always has been I guess. The photo of him crying is a rare moment indeed.
The day he was born, at 4:30 in the morning, I drove the 25 miles to the hospital at about 90 mph. I got to the emergency room door, they took Marilyn and I parked the car about 20 yards from the door. I ran to the door where I was met by the nurse who shoved some sterile clothes at me and said if you want to witness this you better hurry, she's having the baby now. I got in the delivery room just in time to witness Tom's birth. As far as I know, that was the last time he was in a hurry.
He was a great baby and we kept waiting for the terrible two's or the terrible somethings to happen. They never did.
He was raised in a house right next to his Mom's boarding and grooming business. He liked to get up and have someone scramble an egg and cook it in the microwave. Then he would go with Mom to the kennel. He always did come and go as he pleased and had no slip ups. Completely trustworthy. One morning Marilyn stepped out to the kennel and before she could return, he got up, scrambled and microwaved an egg and ate it, and came out to the kennel. Marilyn found the evidence of this process later. He was three at the time. He is a good cook now but has graduated to bigger messes.
Tomorrow: Part 2