Many of the women in my life are blondes. If not true blonde, at least almost blonde. I call almost blonde a person whose hair was blonde when they were little and grew darker as they aged. I decided it was time to write my story about blondes because one of the blondes in my life made me a grandpa five years ago.

My daughter is now in her mid-thirties and has been married for a little over ten years. The story of the life of my daughter and son-in law is truly a miracle from God and some day I may share the story with you but for now I want to talk about blondes.

Memories of my daughter take me back from her early childhood of crawling on the floor to the day she took her first steps. From walking to riding. And then riding to driving. She brought me many blonde experiences. My daughter was the only person I know that could drive the entire length of Main Street with the windows rolled down and her hair blowing in the breeze while she waived and bounced her head from side to side waving at all her friends never looking forward to check the road. She was the only person I know that could go from a childhood tantrum deserving to be punished, only to soften the heart of this dad with those big blue eyes and sweet little grin as she would call me her “Sweet Darlin’.”

I have told you, I have women on all sides of my life. I’m the only guy in my office, which proves I have enough brains to run the place and write stories too!

It takes a total of six women to keep me in order. Many years ago one blonde in my life was a young lady named Laura. Laura has been employed in my office for several months and I have teased her about her blonde moments. She was a young woman with her whole life ahead of her and I hope her time with our staff was beneficial to her learning experience. When she first arrived as a staff member my wife and I warned her that when you work for us we want everyone in our office to feel as if we are family.

When you employee only a few people we become like family. Birthdays, weddings, births, good times and bad times affect everyone on our staff so we become a close knit group as time passes. As with any job, everyone has to learn the personalities of each other to keep the office operations running smoothly. Sometimes, I may make a statement that I knew would throw her off center for a moment. If I said it was raining cats and dogs outside Laura would be the first to go to the window to see the cats and the dogs! If I told her she needed to put the top up on somebody’s convertible car because it was about to rain she would probably ask me if it were locked. She probably really believed the boys in grade school when they told the teacher the dog ate their homework and she probably still wonders how the cow got over the moon!

Now in case you think I am picking on her too much you need to understand she asked me to write this story! I told her that sometimes the stories I write can backfire and I suggested I not use her name but she said she wanted her name in the paper, so Laura here it is! Now take that and put it in your pipe and smoke it…no, no, Laura, not really, that’s just an expression we use.

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