I was born at home, in my parents home.

I've often heard the story that on that night, the nurse took me from the doctor, wrapped me in a blanket and handed me to my Grandma Helene.

Grandma took one look at me and said, "My baby!"

My Momma later said, "I think your Grandmother actually thought you were HER child."

My Grandma loved me with all the love she had inside her.   She was there to hold me and care for me and she thought I was the greatest kid in the world.

She called me "Precious" and I spent a lot of time, "down the road" at her house.   She was terribly kind to me and gentle and probably spoiled me to the nth degree...and I loved her in the same way.