August 19, 2009
Dearest Shelly,
Can it really be 50 years since I was looking through a window at the newborns and the man next to me pointed to the prettiest baby in the room and said, “Oh, look at that cute Indian baby.” This very proud Father quickly replied, “That’s no Indian baby, that’s MINE.” You have made me continually proud ever since. Thank You!
In addition to all that we share there has always been that silent, mysterious connection between us that made it awkward for me to even look at you from the pulpit without forming tears. I’m doing the same as I write this and reach for a kleenex. I’m sure it has something to do with love.
Love you Lots,
Dad
Dearest Shelly,
Can it really be 50 years since I was looking through a window at the newborns and the man next to me pointed to the prettiest baby in the room and said, “Oh, look at that cute Indian baby.” This very proud Father quickly replied, “That’s no Indian baby, that’s MINE.” You have made me continually proud ever since. Thank You!
In addition to all that we share there has always been that silent, mysterious connection between us that made it awkward for me to even look at you from the pulpit without forming tears. I’m doing the same as I write this and reach for a kleenex. I’m sure it has something to do with love.
Love you Lots,
Dad
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