November 4th, 1953
Today is Emily's birthday. She's 11 years old today. She's growin' up too fast. I remember when we used to have tea parties when she was little. She'd sit in a chair and I'd push it around so she could pretend she was drivin'.
She ain't really changed all too much, except she used to be more of a tomboy. She's gettin' girlier and girlier by the day. Eleanor, along with bein' a nurse, is also a makeup artist – Emily's definitely got her mama's love for makeup. I tried gettin' her into softball, but she never did. She's learnin' piano by ear, like her grandmama.
Eleanor gave Emily a journal today, but I don't think she'll use it. She doesn't really seem like the writer type, ya know? Edwin II still plays baseball, except it's football season right now. Eleanor and I have been to a couple of his games. He's number 52, just like me when I played football.
I haven't done much since I relapsed back in august – I've calmed it down a lot, honestly. I only do it from time to time. Not daily, like I was doin'. I just do it when I feel like I need to.
Eleanor and I want another child, but it just hasn't been able to happen. Her doctor said somethin' about how she's not ovulating right? I can't remember how she worded it. Maybe it'll happen one day.
As always,
– Edwin Myers
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