A couple of images of Cindy from past Christmas cards, way past cards.
My memory from Cindy's birth is the sugar cubes Dad brought us from the hospital. I know Grandma and Grandpa Morgan came to Shawnee to babysit us, we three older ones, but I don't remember if we treated them well or not. I also don't remember when Thanksgiving was that year, but through the magic of the Internet, I can report it was on the 25th so Cindy was born on Saturday, the 27th.
Through the years her birthday became entwined with Thanksgiving. One memorable year there were candles on the turkey. Which by my measure was over the top, but as the older sister I tried not to be too upset about it.
So here's to you, Cindy. May you have a great day and many more.
The infamous picture. You can understand my jealousy.
