This day in history…
Thursday, June 16th, 1983.
This is what I looked like that morning. 28 years old, massively pregnant and sporting a mullety-shag do. (don't judge me.)
Standing over my beautifully just-finished pink and blue bassinet. (This was back in the pre-historic you-had-to-wait-to-actually-give-birth-to-find-out-your-baby's-gender days.)
At 6:06 that same day, my life was forever changed by the following three words:
"It's a girl!"
I fell irretrievably and profoundly in love with this beautiful creature.
Amy Jean. Amy means "beloved" and Jean means "God is gracious."
(Or maybe I still harbored great affection for the Monkees and this song, or perhaps I had listened to that new – in 1983 – Michael Jackson song a few too many times on my Sony Walkman and she got her middle name from that, but that's not important right now.)
Either way, the name seemed to fit her perfectly. (And, this is a big plus…it didn't sound weird when pronounced, by her Cuban grandmother. Actually, it comes out sounding more like "Eiimeee," but that's not important right now.)
She still wears the azabáche and the Violetas and (obviously) makes the same kissy face.
Happy Birthday, Mimi!
I love you more today than yesterday…