August 6, 1973
Dear Mother (from your “1st born”),
What could I give you that would truly show how much I care? I’m not really rich enough to buy the world and fill it with lilacs and snowman and crackling fires and hundreds of sunny weekends with a hundred people waiting in line to play scrabble - and a henna rinse that never needs “retouching”!
If I could, I would build a special place like that, and make everyone in it eternally youthful and call it “Lucyland” - for you to live in forever; and everyday would be Christmas and every minute your birthday you’d never have to ask for anything because it’d be yours - always from me - which I’d have purchased with, “I love you.”
Happy birthday, Mom.