June 13, 2018

On this day, 45 years ago, I gave birth to a most unusual child.  I knew from the beginning she would be trouble (said with love).

She weighed 9 lbs., 1 oz; kind of chubby, but she was also tall, so in other words:  perfectly proportioned and beautiful.

She had small abrasions on her legs that were the result of her struggling to get out.  Guess I wasn’t fast enough for her.

Since then, my life has never been the same.

She’s a thoughtful nag – her fat, sluggish parents might be the bane of her existence – but she’s always been there for us through the proverbial thick and thin.

I’m babysitting her dogs at the moment, while she’s off in a beautiful part of the state enjoying a vacation, and I think this fact is enough of a birthday gift in itself, but knowing Katie as I do, I will have a small something waiting for her when she gets home,

if I know what’s good for me.

Written in love,

Her Mother