The first time I laid eyes on the newly born Chea was at my Grandma Clifford’s house in Tucson. She couldn’t have been more than a week or so old. I had fallen asleep on the couch and I remember my Mom coming in and gently waking me. “Look Candy, here she is. Isn’t she beautiful?” Mother and I oohed and ahhed over her profusely, commenting on her little hands, her perfect little face and her general sweetness. How we loved her. Who could guess then how wonderfully endearing she would grow up to be.
Happy Birthday, Chea. Love your spunk, spirit and abundance of talents. Love your charisma and goodness. But mostly, just love you.
Nothing has changed over the years, your family fans (of which I am one) still ooh and ahh over you.
1 comment:
you are to kind. I to am a fan of your many abilities and gifts. Mostly your ability to make me feel like I am not alone in my insanity:) I treasure the genes we share.
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