*Edited re-post. From the time I was about 15, I knew what I would name a daughter. Shannon was my grandmother's maiden name, and I always thought it was lovely. So when my first daughter was born on July 15, 1969, she became Shannon. She was a happy child, except for that one time when her great Aunt Lily pinched her cheeks once too often and Shannon stuck a fork in her hand.....LOL She was a pretty baby; a very charming child and has grown into a beautiful woman, of whom we are most proud. The mother of four went to nursing school (while taking care of her four, a husband, his three, three dogs and two cats) and is now a cardiac nurse, still in school and on her way to a grad degree.
Meanwhile, she has just bought a new home for herself and moved. We are proud of that, but we don't like that she is 70 miles away. Come August, three of her children will be in college, and only one remains home with her mom. We know it isn't easy, but we have faith in you!
Have a wonderful birthday, our darling daughter; it has always been and remains a pleasure to have you in our family! And you don 't look your age!!