I always loved you best. Mom wrote one of these letters to each of her children in her later years.

Maybe it was because you were the first miracle to stir inside me. You were the most beautiful baby in the whole wide world. The first time I held you in my arms, I was afraid you would break. I held you so gently and tenderly. How I loved you at that moment and ever since. At that very moment, looking in your face, I pictured you being a quiet and serious type person.

You were a part of the lean years for your father and me...the part that brought laughter to poverty, warmth to cold, sucess to failures.

You were the original model. There would be others after you who might blow bigger bubbles, burp louder, talk earlier, or walk faster, but you did it first.

You may have suffered a bit from our inexperience with open pins, clumsy baths and over protection, but you got our patience, our stamina and our youth. You got the part of us that was the best we had to give, our struggle and our triumph over it. You were redeeming bottles for movies. You were six volumes of baby pictures. you were house calls for gas pains. You were the beginning and loved by many.

You were wanted, and you were loved by your father, mother and two brothers who came after you. You have a special place in my heart always.

Love, Mom

Thanks, Mom, for your love, values and guidance.

I always loved you best. Mom wrote one of these letters to each of her children in her later years.

Maybe it was because you were the first miracle to stir inside me. You were the most beautiful baby in the whole wide world. The first time I held you in my arms, I was afraid you would break. I held you so gently and tenderly. How I loved you at that moment and ever since. At that very moment, looking in your face, I pictured you being a quiet and serious type person.

You were a part of the lean years for your father and me...the part that brought laughter to poverty, warmth to cold, sucess to failures.

You were the original model. There would be others after you who might blow bigger bubbles, burp louder, talk earlier, or walk faster, but you did it first.

You may have suffered a bit from our inexperience with open pins, clumsy baths and over protection, but you got our patience, our stamina and our youth. You got the part of us that was the best we had to give, our struggle and our triumph over it. You were redeeming bottles for movies. You were six volumes of baby pictures. you were house calls for gas pains. You were the beginning and loved by many.

You were wanted, and you were loved by your father, mother and two brothers who came after you. You have a special place in my heart always.

Love, Mom

Thanks, Mom, for your love, values and guidance.