I think about Pops all the time. And I really think about him with Mooter because she’s so much like I was, and he would be all over toughening her up right now (LOL). What’s worse is I pretty much married him, so he’s never far away. That makes my heart hurt more, but we both know he’s everywhere.

Thank you and I love you back.

6:30AM on the Sunday morning after Thanksgiving. I am so full of you, your girls and their Daddy! Filled with so much happiness; watching what a wonderful family you two have made. Nine years ago I sat in my car and boohooed watching my baby girl ride away with her new husband – both of you looking about 16 years old! This morning, I have cried myself sloppy, reading your words to your oldest daughter. I cry because your grandgather would be so proud of you as you ‘face the nation.’ He would be so happy to see that your elevator does indeed go all the way to the top! He would be hysterical over those precious two little girls. If he could have been at that bowling alley!!! He would have walked through fire for you and I know he would have given his heart for those little girls. He would be so proud of your husband; his patience with his girls and his obvious love for his wife. I cry so hard this morning cause I can’t show him these pictures or tell him about the cornucopia or how excited we were when we heard the word MUSIC!

I have never been so proud to have pink eye in all my life because an extension of my first precious gift, the second fruits of my only daughter, gave it to me. These are tears working better than any CVS drops!

Mrs. Author, I love all of you more than words will ever allow me to say but I hope these few give you an idea. I’m so sorry that I didn’t say it a lot when you were growing up but you are a wonderfull young woman and I thank God for you everyday. When I count my blessings your family takes spots in the top 10!

And look at you using my GOVERNMENT NAME! Oy! (I edited it out, though *tee-hee*) Bad girl, Marni T.