When I gave her the teddy bear she giggied, not unlike a teenager, and said I was indeed

spoiling her "Mommy J.", as we learned to call her, had her long hair freed from the usual

clips she wore, and her hair was framing her beaming face in a dark brown halo. She

scrutinized the stuffed toy and giggled some more when she saw the cross-stitched message

| sewed on the apron: "For a Beautiful Lady" She held out her right hand and I caught it, as

she pointed out the cards on the wall.