10/23/13
Dearest Shellee,
It’s amazing how fast time flies. I remember the day you were born: Grandpa came in from New York to Baltimore and stayed with us for several weeks, while he waited with us for you to be born. That Friday afternoon, Grandpa said he had a stomach ache and he went downstairs to our finished basement. I had lunch with Nanny, said I needed to clean up the apartment where we lived upstairs in a separate apartment.

I cleaned out the fridge, and I scrubbed our small kitchen floor with rubber based tiles and then took a bath and shaved my legs and underarms. By this time, I was having contractions. I told Nanny, and by 8 p.m. I called Daddy to come and get me. He drove home and brought his parents with him. We all went to the hospital, driving a good 30 minutes or so. It seemed forever to me.

So, now we waited. Unlike today, the pains came and when they got bad, they gave me drugs and before I knew it (even though it was hours later) they woke me up and said I had a daughter. In those days we never knew the sex of the child until she was born. How happy we all were.

I think the hospital stay in those long ago days was about five days. When I came home, I had a nurse for a full week, who showed me everything I needed to know. She was a funny lady, telling me that you could walk, and showed me that while bathing you. She held you up at your stomach, while your feet were churning down in the bath basin. We actually took pictures of this and told everyone you could walk before you were a week old.

How those days flew by. You grew up, our beautiful daughter, going to school. I can still see you trudging up the hill with your legs crossed and you came into the house and raced for the bathroom.

I remember first grade when you went to the closet to make sure all your new pencils and paper and whatever book you might have had. You checked this throughout the night. Maybe at 4 am. And then again at 6. I made you take off your starched dress and come and get me when the clock said 7a m.

You loved to play, and run, but your Asthma stopped you from doing a lot of things you wanted to do. You grew up, you finished high school, and went to college. You became a teacher and we were so proud of you.

You married and had two beautiful children, Allison and Kevin. I won’t even repeat some of the things Kevin said, I’m sure you remember them as well as I do. Allison was our favorite of the 4 grandchildren, and she still is.

You never made us anything but proud of you and all your accomplishments. Even at the age of 60, I can remember all the phases of your life, and we can still say, we are so proud of you. I love the woman you have become. You are so much and more, it’s hard to put into words.

We wish you every joy, all the peace, and joys of being a grandma, a young grandma. You will have such joy with Madison.
Hard to put into words, the words, We love you. It just has to come naturally, all the time.
This is your birthday card. Love and Kisses Mom and Dad.