I remember the day you came. A perfect little 18 day old baby with a few illnesses but nothing major. Your distant aunt brought you down from the mountain. I remember them telling me that your moms funeral would be 3 days after you arrived. Her final request was to bring you to me. So here you are going on 5 months soon and you are the sweetest little girl with big brown eyes. When the days of taking care of wild toddlers get long, I can look at your sweet calm spirit and press on. I love you Ina Jean.