Happy Birthday Elizabeth. What do we know about you? Melodious laugh. World class fabric stash. Stubborn. Artist, quilter extraordinaire. Beet hoeing companion. Original owner of a doll buggy. Pre-school companion when Louise abandoned us. Nose in a book. Reading under the covers. Reading when time for dishes. Reading when supposed to do something else. Reading all the books in the Powell library. Could not understand ditto marks. Grammar whiz. Loyal sibling. Hand on the pitchfork. Illegally. Flowers. Gullible. (Louise and I did not go to Paris to see Pierre.) Keeps track of us all. Smart. Bossy? I can't believe I said that. Maybe I meant "Bussy", our childhood nickname for her. Beautiful. Kind. Friend. Never gave up during the tough times. Our day is always brighter when the telephone from Preston Idaho rings. So, dear sister, we all wish you a bright and happy day and we wish we were all there to share it with you. Instead, we send our love. Dwight, Louise, Judy, Ann, and Steve.