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  • As you can see, the grandchildren in our family came in spurts. Crystal, on the right with the teddy bear, is the oldest, then her sister Michelle (on the left stretching out to be seen with her smile), Melissa to her left, her cousin, Rabecca, with the bottle, Melissa's sister, and Brittni, the blond.

    Crystal Anne is exactly one year older than Michelle, which means they share the same birthday. Melissa falls between, about 8 months younger than Michelle. Rabecca is exactly one day older than Brittni.

    Both Crystal and Melissa had dark brown naturally curly hair, so there was never any need to curl them, but there was often a minor skirmish getting them to stand still in order to brush it. Apparently, curly hair tangles, and getting the tangles out is not a fun thing.

    Even more fun was trying to get them to sit still for this photo. Rabecca was far more interested in her bottle than being sat on Grandma's lap for a photo, so the bottle had to come along. Crystal's attachment to that teddy bear made it impossible to get a photo without it. Brittni had just woken up from a nap, and was still not quite sure what was going on. Melissa and Michelle were doing what they always did. Talking. Talking about games, talking about cartoons, talking about their sisters, talking about...anything.

    The picture was taken, and the five girls ran off to do other things. Brittni slid off Grandma's lap and over to her mom, where she promptly nodded back off to finish her nap. Rabecca was content to stay on Grandma's lap and finish her bottle, Crystal Anne came over to me and sat on my lap, and proceeded to tell me all about her teddy bear's day and what they wanted to do next (usually color with Grandpa. I think we went through a coloring book a week). Melissa and Michelle ran down to the play area in the basement where the play kitchen and other toys occupied their time, talking away at a mile a minute.

    Sometimes, when you run across a story about family, you find it triggers a memory. This is a good memory, a time when the little girls in my life made my days happy and bright and always fresh. Thanks, Renee.


    P.S. - I forgot to mention, my mother's name is Shirley. She was named by her older sister, Louise, and yes, she is named after Shirley Temple.

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