A friend of mine puts on birthday parties at a women’s shelter in Manhattan on a regular basis. This time I was privileged to be the special super-hero guest at the super-hero-themed party.
I have never been poked in the belly by little hands so many times in my entire pregnant life! The children were so dear and the highlight of the party was dancing with them to “firework” and “just the way you are”. It was a bad afternoon to forget to wear deodarant.
A few of the teenagers suggested I name the baby Destiny, Harmony, Desire or Keani. I explained to them that one of the best parts of having a baby is getting to choose the name yourself. They HIGHLY disapproved of the name we have settled on. I didn’t mind.