RitaBook’s Birthday and More on Greed and Lies

Dear Mom,

In my last letter to you, I told you the saga of the sign post. Seems the subdivision wasn’t too happy with the judge’s decision—even though prior to going to court, they wrote Norm and returned his check, stating we’ll let a judge decide. They obviously thought they were going to win. Norm goes back to court later this month, again. It’ll be interesting to see what new lies they come up with…

Now on to happier news. A quarter of a century ago, I gave birth to my youngest daughter, Rita. She nicknamed herself RitaBook. Some people don’t get it and she has to explain: Read A Book. She’s the crafty/artsy one of Egabrag Crafts. And the short film maker – "Maison Des Rêveurs." The one with four doggies. I babysat for two of them this weekend. She rescued these two little stinkers.

Gramma (red collar) Doc (smaller one)

Gramma and Doc sleeping

Rita was due on 8/8. A week or two before my due date, her father decided he needed to go see his sister and planned to be gone a week. It wasn’t like his sister was dying or anything. He just decided. What? Jessica was 2 and Casey was 4. It wasn’t like I couldn’t handle them without him, because… ahem… he wasn’t around much, but to leave before I’m going to give birth? Yeah, let me just pack a few extra bags and stuff the children in them.

Needless to say I was aggravated. We had an agreement that if I gave birth to a boy, he’d name the baby. If it was a girl, I’d name her. A part of me wished I had gone into labor while he was gone and that I’d give birth to a boy… because then I’d name him. That was going to be my revenge. He would have been named after his Uncle Russ.

But I was late, as the case with all my children, and Rita was born a week after my due date. Rita was this happy, shining bundle of pure joy. She has a heart as big as the moon. She’s funny, smart, creative, sweet, hard working, beautiful, loving, respectful, and the list goes on. My miracle baby and I love her so. Happy Birthday Rita! xxxo

Rita