I Got A New Phone :-)

My parents wrote me these letters when I was a fifth grader... they are adorable. Enjoy.

Dear Sarah Christine Davis,

You were born on a Wednesday, March 10, 1987. We thought our third child would probably be a boy, but when you were born you were the cutest little thing. We were so happy to bring you home to your sisters. You were a good baby and grew into a happy pre-schooler. Now you are 11 years old and it is hard believe that my youngest child is growing up. I remember telling you at age 5 to stop growing and stay just this way. As you grow into a young woman, I hope your dreams for yourself are high and that all come true.

Love,

Mom

(My dad's didn't have a title... sorry)

My youngest daughter Sarah is very special. She gets along great with her sisters, Allison and Mandy, ha ha. The list of tings she likes and like to do could fill pages but I'll try to tell a few of them. About fifty-two times a year I hear about how nice it would be to have a horse. She play the clarinet, piano and takes guitar lessons. Reading gets close to equal time with the T.V. Video games are popular as are basketball, soccer, softball, swim team and whatever else is going on at the time. Stuffed animals are her most prized possessions. Each one has a name. even if the creature comes with one, it soon is renamed anyway. I'm talking 40 or 50 stuffed bears, monkeys, cats, rabbits, dogs and of course her favorite Nala, a dirty old stuffed seal whose eye keeps falling off. Don't forget another 40 or 50 Beanie Babies. Even with all these interests the things that never fails to amaze me is that she always has time for her dad. I wish we did more things together. If I'm going fishing, golfing, or even mushroom hunting, she's always ready to go. For all these things and many more, I love her very much.

Love,

Dad

(Ver batem people... for rul.) (Did I spell that right?... probably not.) :-)