July 4^th, 2012

Dear Lucy,

Today is my birthday. I am 69 years old. Since you are new to this world, I wanted you to know a few things that occurred before you graced my life with your presence.

In 1975 I met a Lucy who brought me great joy and my life became brighter than I could ever have hoped. Her given name was Lucretia, but everyone called her Lucy. The meaning of the name is ‘bringer of light’ and that is exactly what she did. She was your grandmother.

In 1976 my life became even brighter with the arrival of our baby Cynara. She is, of course, your mother. I could hardly believe how happy I was.

Five years later, in 1981, Lucy and I had a son. He is your Uncle Anton. I felt like the luckiest man alive.

In July 5^th, 1985, darkness arrived when your grandmother died. Your mother was 9 years old and your Uncle Anton was only 4. We were all terribly hurt, but we stayed together and loved each other even more because that is what families do in times of misfortune and heartbreak.

When your mother Cynara met your mother Stacy, the light began to grow stronger. When you were born on May 16^th, 2012, the world again became a bright place filled with promise. Thank you for restoring the light for all of us. I hope one day you will appreciate how much you are loved by so many.