She loves the fact that, having been born at the turn of the millennium, she will always have a handy mnemonic for remembering how old she is. (Assuming that like her dear old mum, she needs it.)
And speaking as her dear old mum, I can never resist retelling (and retelling) the story behind her conception and birth date. My son Jem was just 10 months old when I found out that Cate was on the way; indeed, he was sitting right there on the floor of the bathroom! I looked down at him with a great big smile and said in a sing-song voice, “You’re a big brother!”
He blew a raspberry and looked pleased.
I grabbed a calendar to figure out Cate’s due date. You gotta see what saints’ days there are to choose from, right? Let’s see. The third week in November…Are there any Marian feast days?…Aha! The Feast of the Presentation of Mary was my pick.
Sure enough, eight months later…we had our baby girl.
On the Feast of the Presentation of Mary.
So it was written. So it shall be done.
Thanks be to God and our Blessed Mother. : )
You are my Cate, my gift from above, and I love you.