Today is Terry’s 74th birthday!
On every birthday Terry’s father would tell the tale of how obliging Terry was at birth.
For you see Terry’s parents, Jack and Marjorie Brown had a dairy not far from where we live now…just about three miles away.
Diary’s never take care of themselves. You can’t put them on automatic to run until you can get back to them. The cows needed to be fed and milk on clockwork basis.
Morning and evening. Fed. The milk hauled into the milk cooler, then swirled and swirled until cooled waiting for the huge semi to come deliver it to bottling plant.
Like all first-time babies (Terry is the oldest of a brother and a sister) he took his time all through the long night, until….
the sky started to lighten and the need to get to the dairy started to strengthen in Jack.
You see Jack ran the dairy all by himself, he was a one-man dairy farmer.
Then right on time. In the most perfect of wondrous ways, the new little boy arrived in the world.
“So I could go milk right on time.” Jack would announce.
Every year, on each and every Birthday. [Jack passed on several years ago]. just as the sky starts to lighten Terry always says: ” Now, Dad. It’s almost time.” And I always say “Happy Birthday, You gave your Dad a perfect gift and he gave you your life.”
We always feel most grateful, Terry and I!
Happy Birthday, my husband. 74 years and still farm’n!