Today my sweet girl turns 11. I call her Elizabeth, Lizzie, Goose, or Sister. Elizabeth is a joy. Those of you who know Elizabeth, know she is a big personality in a small package. She has spunk! She's smart - no dumb blond here. She has an eye for fashion and colors; but she can climb a tree with the best of the boys. I just love her and really wish I could be with her today. She told me before my trip that she'd be just fine this year with me away for these weeks. That's another thing about her - she's tough. When she had her finger pricked as a small child, she wouldn't even flinch. I'm telling you, she's tough. Now I see a beautiful young lady emerging, long legs, blond hair. Yikes! Her father's got the guns ready and waiting.
Happy Birthday to my girl. I love you mightily. See you in two days.
Mom
Happy birthday sweet Lizabeth! You are a mature young woman to sacrifice your birthday wishes and be separated from your Mom today. Be blessed, Child! Carole, we await your return and are praying hard. Love you!
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