2003-06-17-11:24 p.m.

I remember when I was little and I climbed up in your closet and pulled the sewing box off the shelf and broke it. I felt so bad and you said it was only a sewing box.

I remember when I ran away and I finally called in the middle of the night for you to come get me and you didn't yell or anything, you just made me hot chocolate.

I remember the way you would talk to the dogs and scratch their bellies and now that's the way I talk to dogs and scratch their bellies, too. I played with my babies the same way I saw you playing with your other grandchildren, chewing on their little toes and kissing their sweet little bottoms when they're all clean.

I remember getting so weak when I had to get a shot and you stayed with me and bought me a coke and made me put my head down.

I remember things you did lots of times when I have to do things for my own children. It helps me be a better mom.

One thing I didn't remember is to send you a card, so I thought I would make this for you instead.

Happy Birthday!

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