SHE is our littlest sister, the fifth child to safely arrive in our family.
I can remember - or think I remember - my other sister counting our baby sister's tiny toes. Lifting up the blanket in her bassinet and counting them. Or maybe it's only an old family story that begins to seem like the truth.
In any event, somehow today and this evening went past and now it's too late to call and wish her a happy birthday. That special day, her birthday, is almost over.
She - and all of us - were so lucky to land, like little birds, in our parents' nest.
Such a wonderful mother and father we had. Somehow we always knew they were the best.
We had clues: Our father with a wink and a gleeful smile, to tell us all that we were safe and things were fine and always would be. Our mother with a tender smile, to let us feel the love and forgiving heart that would be our comfort even when things got tough.
Jen-Jen, here is a copy of the letter that Daddy sent to Mama when he was on his way back from the war. You and I hadn't been thought of at that time. Well, maybe considered a little. Wink, wink! - Your big sister