Today is Shea's birthday.
She has been amusing me for 14 years.
Until the moment she was born, we thought she was a boy, and had named her William Montgomery, after Bill's grandfather. We were going to call her Will.
Instead she came out a girl, which meant that I got to name her.
Her first name is the name of the ranch that my Dad was born on. It's also a palindrome, and that pretty much cinched that deal.
Shea, because Mommy is a baseball fan.
Sorry, kiddo. But at least I didn't name you Progressive.
Or Land Shark.
(Wrigley was considered.)
I love you, pumpkin. Banillion times infinity cubed.
