Dear Cleo -
Today we celebrate not only Christmas Eve, but the 79th birthday of you and your handsome twin brother Leo! The miracle of every life is worth celebrating whether it be a life of two years or 79 years.
I just wanted to say Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday and thank you. Like a lost puppy, you and George took me into your family the instant your son brought me home nine years ago. Never have I felt more welcomed and wanted anywhere. I realize now the reason you were so happy to see me is that you had hopes that finally someone had come along who could de-crust the crusty old bachelor that your youngest son had become. I know your life long dream has been that he would marry and have children and remove his motorcycle from your garage. Well, what do you think? Since the little boy has come along, we are all a lot less crusty and a lot more soggy wouldn’t you say? I don’t know what to tell you about the motorcycle. There’s just so much I can do.
You have so many characteristics that I hope Sean inherits. You love to laugh and can laugh at yourself. You can sell anything to anyone. You have weathered the worst of what life has to offer and come out the other side with your faith and humor intact. You are generous with your friendship. You cry when others are hurting. I know this because you’ve cried with me and over me a number of times in the past nine years. You have a forgiving spirit — which I also know because you didn’t even get mad at me that time I yelled at you in right in the middle of Wal-Mart. I don’t know if these qualities were borne out of the hardship of growing up during The Depression on the North Texas prairie with six brothers and sisters or if that’s just how God made you. I just hope some of it is sifted down into the character of Sean.
So Happy Birthday Cleo! My birthday wish for you is that the coming year will bring you many occasions to laugh and count your blessings. And my prayer for you is that there will be a lot more birthdays, a lot more milestones to celebrate and a lot more Memaw-time for Sean — and for all of us.
Your Antique Daughter-in-Law