Here I am. A little older than 'a Baby' - but that is what was written about me, when I first saw this picture.
This photo was in a beautiful album that was put together for my Mom - by my Dad's cousin, Shirley. It has been many years since I've seen Shirley (my second cousin) ... but she was like a wonderful surprise to me - when I viewed that album ... and saw the entries that were written about me.
About my earlier years, she wrote: "Brenda was a baby and we ... sisters fought over her. She became our baby doll. .... We sisters fell over each other trying to get to Brenda first."
Years later, my family went to Tennessee to visit Shirley's family. About that, she writes: "We were so happy and I was the first one to get to baby, Brenda. I guess I gave her a hundred kisses."
When I read these words - at 55 years of age - I was warmed inside. I had a wonderful childhood and have very special memories of my growing up years. I knew that I was loved ... and never questioned that. Though, until I read those words, I didn't really understand the extent of how far that love had come ... and that it went way beyond just our immediate family.
Thank you, Shirley! For bringing that love to me again ... over 50 years later!
