Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Daddy's Doll

Hello Dear Ones! I thought I'd tell you a little story today. You know how I love to tell you little stories. This is about my Daddy! Now I grew up in the south, Alabama, and I didn't call my father Dad or Pop or Papa but Daddy!

My Mother and Daddy were married nine years before I was born and most thought they would never have children. But God surprised them one day with me! I can tell you, Dear Ones, I have never in my life ever doubted being loved by my parents! I knew I was loved and I loved them dearly. Most of you know my Mother is living with us now but my dear Daddy is living in Heaven. He passed away December 13, 1997.

You see, I was a Daddy's girl and my Daddy called me his little doll. He was a good man. A Christian man. A hard working man. A man with a big ole sense of humor! He loved life and he loved my Mother with all his heart! We were not rich with material things, but oh, how rich our home was with love!

He used to take me to a little neighborhood store just about an hour before Mother would have dinner ready and buy me RC Colas and candy. Does anyone remember RCs? Yes, I know, I'm olden. Mother didn't like this to say the least. Sometimes when he had a day off from work, he would call my elementary school and tell them to have me ready, he was coming to take me out of school! Oh, what joyness that was. And do you know where we would go? Fishing! Man, that was fun! My friends wanted a Daddy like mine and sometimes I would get so jealous if he gave them too much attention!

Oh, I'm bad! You see, Mother and Daddy never had any more children, just little ole me! I wanted a brother or a sister and would tell them I did. I even wrote a letter to Santa one year asking for a sibling! My parents thought it would be great to adopt a child so we went to a little orphanage and walked through to visit with the little children and pick one! Things were so different in the olden days than they are now. This precious little girl came up to my Daddy and grabbed him around the neck and held on. Mother and Daddy feel in love with this little girl. I loved her too.

When we came back home Mother couldn't find me. She found me crying and asked what was wrong. I told her I didn't want that little girl for my sister because my Daddy wouldn't love me any more. I know, I was just a silly little kid but my folks did not go back to that orphanage again. You see, I really was my Daddy's Doll! He wouldn't hurt me for the world even if he and Mother were heart broken. Sometimes I wonder still what ever happened to that little girl.

My Daddy was the most generous person I've ever met in my life! If you were around him for two minutes you would walk away with something my Daddy would give. His total joy was in giving to others. At Christmas time he could never keep a secret about what was under the tree for me. He would drop tremendously big hints for me and of course, I'd guess! He was like a kid at heart!

Well, a couple of years before he went to heaven, he called me up and said he had a little present for me and wanted me to guess! I couldn't guess this time.

He had bought me this little doll. Not an expensive little doll at all, but she was cute and had blond hair like I did, he said. Well, actually, I don't think I had any hair until I was about three! :)

This little doll came with a little picture frame that matched her dress! Oh, it's sweet. I thanked my Daddy, hugged his neck and later put the little doll and frame somewhere in the house.
After he went to heaven I searched and searched for this little doll and frame and found it in a box! I put in this little picture of Daddy and me.

Lookey? I have no hair! :) But see how I'm looking at my Daddy? Oh, how I loved him. He was my protector, my rock. When I would go back home with Mr. Precious and our children, I really did feel I was back home again! It was because of my Daddy and the love he had for his family.

Daddy's birthday was last Friday, March 6th. He would have been 85 years old. I tried not to be too sad on that day and I didn't want to upset Mother either. You know what though? If my Daddy were still here on this earth, you know what? He'd still call me Daddy's Doll, I just know it!

Thank you for letting me be me.
Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song~

Daddy's Little Girl

You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.

A precious gem is what you are,
You're mommy's bright and shining star.

You're the spirit of Christmas, my star on the tree,
You're the Easter bunny to mommy and me.
You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,
And you're daddy's little girl.

You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You're mommy's bright and shining star.

You're the treasure I cherish so sparkling and bright,
You were touched by the holy and beautiful light.
Like angels that sing a heavenly thing,
And you're daddy's little girl.

~sung by my Daddy