Dear Conrad, Brenden and Wesley,

When I was a tiny little girl I would make my own toys. I would take Grandma's good catalogue and cut out all the people. That would be my make believe dolls. Then I would find an empty salt box, make two seats in it and that would be my make believe car. Then I put the paper dolls in the car and they would go for a ride. My make believe playhouse would be a few boards, some broken dishes and old discarded furniture. I used to imagine that I was living in a beautiful house and I had fun for hours and hours.

When I got older I met Daddy and we fell in love and got married. We had three boys, who were like three living dolls. First there was Conrad, then there was Brenden and last but not least was Wesley. The first time I held each of you in my arms was the best feeling imaginable. From the first moment I loved you more than life itself. Everytime you boys accomplish something I get so proud I could burst.

LOVE MOM
WENDY COUTU