The news came in at three am . . Jenny was preparing to have her little daughter! -Just before six am, it was all over. Her name is Brynn Mae. . .
The first name, Brynn, is after a dear aunt, that we all still miss. Mae, is taken from the names of Wills’ grandmother, and my own dad. I think how beautiful it is to be bestowed a name that carries such significance, in a family.
So, baby Brynn, came to us before the storm, and we are all so grateful. Jenny and her daughter are both well. Will is beaming . . .and then there is Lyla.
Her reaction has moved me deeply. At just three, she fought through tears of sheer joy at the sight of her sister. I do not know that this has ever happened to her, in her short little life. In spite of Lylas’ naughtiness at times, I have always felt she bore a deep sense of sensitivity. After, one of her “spells” she is full of remorse and quite sorry for her wicked deeds. When I tell her stories, she tears up if any of the characters are in distress. I saw her cry when she was barely two, because “Curious George” had landed himself in a cage. I took note that she was able to feel empathy, so very early.
There is a photograph, I’ve included, that illustrates my belief. Taken within the first minutes of Lyla meeting her sister, this picture captures a shining moment that mere words just can not do justice to describe.
Welcome to the world, Brynn Mae Thompson.