Today, my daughter turns five months old. She was born on January 3, and we hadn't really decided on a name for her. During the delivery, everyone--doctors, sonagraphers, janitors--seemed to think she was face down, which is the preferred position. Her birth was a little bit complicated, and when it finally happened, much to everyone's amazement, she was face up. It's like she came out ready to face and take on the world and do things the way she wanted them done. This reminded me of Madeline from the children's books, and we settled on "Madeline" as her name.
Madeline and strength go together in my mind. She's always been physically strong; even in the delivery room they remarked about her muscle tone. She could hold her own head up before she was a month old. She's also strong-willed, and refuses to give up easily, when we try to keep her eyes away from the TV, for instance. Finally, she has been a source of personal strength to me as a father and as a human being trying to do the right thing.
She has brown eyes just like me.
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