Letter from My Grandma Duffy about when I was born and the early years...

Ryan, Grandma, and I right after I was born. (Ryab us carrying what he called his "buster"

Dear Emily,

I have had a great time recalling the events of your birth etc. I remember so well the night you were born. There wasn’t any more room in the maternity section of the hospital that night so your Mom had planned to go to the hospital the next morning. But Dr. Brooks called I think about 9:30 PM to say there was room. So off your Dad and Mom went to Swedish Hospital. Ryan stayed with me. Sometimes in the middle of the night your Mom called to say she had had a baby girl. We were all very excited—especially that you were healthy and that you were a girl. Your name was either going to be Rebecca or Emily. I like Rebecca but I have always been glad that your name turned out to be Emily Marie. The next morning I got Ryan all ready and off Grandpa, Ryan and I went to Swedish Hospital. You were really such a cute baby. You got to the point that you’re Mom and I was the only ones that you would let hold you. I loved it!

I remember you got to the point that you would be restless being held and being fussy when we would put you on the floor. But once you began crawling you were as content as could be. One time when you were three or four you wanted Grandpa to draw your picture. So there you sat in a chair in our family room all posed for Grandpa to begin drawing. When he was finished you looked at the finished picture and said “I hate it.” You always loved to sit on Grandpa’s lap when he was sitting at the table eating. He would give you little bites of whatever he was eating at the time. You always and still do loved flowers. You would go out in the backyard of our old house and pick flowers. You loved the roses and would take a few home. You also loved theses berries that we had growing. You loved to ride on the swing we had. You had this darling long blond hair that was quite curly. It would blow in the breeze while we were pushing you on the swing. I remember your “brown blankie” I think you mentioned that you still have it. You never liked being referred to as a big girl. You always wanted to remain a baby. I loved you so much and I still do. I treasure our shopping together. You have such a kind heart. Stay close to the gospel and you will have great happiness. I love you em!

Grandma