My daughter Michelle, had a birthday yesterday. And all the things that we got her, were just little tokens of how she has always blessed my life.
All my children have blessed me in ways that I can't write, but I can try.
Dads are not the best at letting there children know how proud they are of there kids. I do have to say that Michelle makes it easy for me.
She is a undiscovered writer, (It would be better if she wrote her own tribute). Some day, if she keeps writing like she does, she will be a top ten seller some day.
She is great at what ever she does and spends most of her time making sure that others are happy.
She will take on anyone who would dare to hurt her brothers or her sister.
She loves to learn and has a vocabulary that has her mother sure, she makes words up.
She is and always will be my oldest little girl. I love her and want nothing but great things for her. Try as I might, I still can't say all that I have in my heart.
I wish you could all meet her, and then you would know what I know. She's great.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
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Happy Birthday Michelle! You are an amazingly loving young woman. You need to exercise those writing abilities on your own blog. I would love to hear your perspective on life. Plus your Dad doesn't post often enough.
Hope it was a great day.
I'e been ill the psat couple of days, and now it's my bedtime and I as on drugs, so this may possibly be the worst letter I've ever written.
I just want you to know I proud I am, especilly with your writing. Plese keep at it, as you will never know when your muse kncks on your heart and says, smakomg his hands together, Let's write!
Oh my gosh, Michelle, I hope you had a good laugh at my comment! I sound like I'm illiterate.
What I MEANT to say is that I am VERY proud of your writing. I have been for years. I think it's wonderful that you found your talent and have kept it up so well.
What's so exciting as writer is when you find your muse--nothing can stop you then! What I tried to write was: Please keep at it, as you will never know when your muse knocks on your heart and says, smacking his hands together, LET'S WRITE!
Lord, you must have thought I was bonkers!
Love,
Aunt Reva
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