Grandaddy

Dear Liza,

Grandaddy loves trains, and now, so do you. Whenever you'd hear the whistle blow, you'd make a mad (toddling) dash to the window to watch it go by. You and Grandaddy shared special time together in the early morning when everybody else was sleeping. He worked hard to make sure the kitchen was stocked with all your favorites and liked to hang out with you while you ate breakfast. You were fascinated with the green, leafy trees swaying in the breeze outside the kitchen window, an uncommon sight in the desert where we live.

Love, Mama