R.H. and I have one daughter. Even though she hoped for a little sister, it was not to be.
Truthfully, we think she's come to like that she only has brothers.
How could one little girl have been so much a tomboy, and yet have so much
"enjoyed being a girl"?
How could a kindergartner who insisted on wearing a purple flowered shirt to school,
with green stripe pants, have grown up to have so much style?
She continued to amaze us, even going on to earn her degree while raising two sons.
I often stood in awe of the great job she did with both.
Through a sad year of divorce, one constant was the love between
our grandsons and their mother--
and between our grandsons and their father.
There were some years there where she once again needed her mother and father,
especially her strong father.
Eventually there came a day when this Tennessee daughter of ours
met a wonderful man from Massachusetts--in Florida!
Over time, two families realized that they would be very happy to become one.
And so they did.
Happy birthday, dearest daughter!
You were beautiful in your wedding gown,
but then you've always been beautiful to us,
even in a purple flowered shirt and green stripe pants.