Susanna Mari Doss

Today is Suzy's birthday. In honor of this solemn and momentous occasion, I would like to share some of my most cherished memories of her.

The first that springs to mind is of her running down the grassy slopes at Dino park, then falling and breaking her arm. I was mightily jealous of all the attention she recieved, and intrigued by the makeshift splint that the overzealous adults made for her out of cardboard, twigs, rope, human hair, and bras[citation needed]. My wonder soon turned to weeping and gnashing of teeth, as when she watched our group during 'naptime', she made good use of her cast-bound arm by vigorously bonking the evildoers(me) over the head with it.

Another fond memory of her is the torture and humiliation I endured when she, along with my other sisters, would hold me down and tickle me mercilessly, laughing at my helplessness.

Joking aside, I do have many fond memories of you Suz, like going up to NHK field, flying a kite, and you reading L. M. Alcott's books to us. How thin you were after coming home from Africa, and how happy I was to have you home. Our adventures(or lack thereof) at the editing studio, and our long bike rides, pool trips, and frisbee sessions at the park.
I think, looking back, at what I appreciate most about you is that although you were always very intelligent and learned, you never made me feel dumb, and always treated me with patience and helped me learn by teaching me new things and ideas.
I think those traits have made, and will make you an excellent mother. Noah, Dillon, and Zoe are very lucky.
I love you and hope you have a wonderful birthday!