Two week's later we were in Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas where my son, Dan, became the proud father of a brand new baby girl. And he and his wife named her Tessa Mary. And they made it clear that the Mary part of her name was after me. I know pride goeth before a fall but I was SO proud.
I come from a big, sprawling family. I have first cousins whose names I get mixed up because I just don't know them well. The only times we might all get together are for some weddings, some funerals, and maybe family reunions. I went to the family reunion last year but I might have missed the year before that. It seems like everybody misses sometime but if you go often enough, you'll be able to re-connect with everybody over the course of a few years.This year my cousin, Cecil, called me to RSVP the reunion. While we chatted, he casually mentioned that he had two new granddaughters........born in April, two days apart. Wow! I told him that I'd always been so proud to have new granddaughters born two WEEKS apart. Wouldn't you know, he'd have to show me up.
I told him my granddaughters' names and he didn't seem real impressed - evidently he only paid attention to the Mary part of their names. He said, "I'll bet MY granddaughters have names you haven't heard of much. I asked what they were and he said..........Tessa........and Addison.
Are you kidding me? Tessa and Addison? When mine were Tessa Mary and Mary Addison?
Is that a giant coincidence or WHAT?!
