S IS FOR SUSAN

At this time 39 years ago, I was pregnant. Overdue and anxious. John Wayne and I were staying in Fordsville at Mama and Daddy's house. I did nothing while mama cooked, carried, cleaned. We knew it couldn't be much longer so every time I sneezed they all got in the car, while I was still reading on the couch. Finally on February 3rd the time came for her to be born. Labor wasn't the most fun thing to happen to me so far but survive it, I did. Susan weighed 8 lbs and 14oz. She was the prettiest little baby in the whole hospital and for miles around. When the nurses would bring her to me and it was just the two of us in the room, I would look at her in amazement that this was my baby, she was going home with me. It was such an exciting time, yet fearful too. I didn't know how to take care of a baby. But I soon learned. Susan was a good baby, just cried when she was hungry or had a wet diaper. She would look you right in the eye and just be content to be in your company. She grew up all too soon, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. At least, I guess I wouldn't.
As she grew it became apparent that she had many talents. She began dancing lessons at 3 years old and took lessons until she was a senior in high school. She kept herself stylish and beautiful.
Now that she is pushing 40 and has three daughters of her own, I still see that little girl in her. She is talented, beautiful, smart, funny, loyal. I love her.