That's right, folks.
My daddy is an April Fools' baby. Heheh. As I understand it, the story goes thusly...
Once she realized that the first of April was coming up fast with the last son she would bear due any day, Grandma Mary began to work a little harder around the house and at her job in an attempt to hurry the birth up. Just a little -- nothing that would harm her or the baby, of course. Toting an extra bucket of water here, pushing an extra delivery cart there... The last thing she wanted was Daddy born on that day
But nothing happened.
Until March 31, when delivery pangs hit her hard.
Her first inclination was to run amok in an all-out panic. But no, she thought, there's plenty of time left in the day to get this over and done! So, she set to work, pacing the floor like a trooper and praying for gravity and the good Lord to work in her favor.
I don't know about gravity, but the good Lord had other plans. My daddy came squealing into the world in the wee hours of April 1. The doctor held him up proudly so that grandma could see him, and chuckled. "April Fools, Mrs. Thornton! You have a son."
"Put that fool back in!" my grandma wailed.
True story. LOL!
Happy 80th birthday, Dad. Thanks for being a role model for me, my brothers, and my son every moment of our lives. Thanks for teaching us how to love, how not to hate, and how an honorable man should treat his lady and his children. You weren't perfect, but you did your best. You didn't tell us, you showed us by example.
For that I'll always be grateful.