First up, was Charlee...
is Charlee Anna.”
“Well, Hello.” Bernie bent to her
level and extended his hand. Charlee shook it then flashed her bewitching smile. Next she shook Mary Ann’s.
She giggled her reply. “I am good.”
I wanted to make sure it was noted... “Charlee was named after my father.”
face lit up. “Oh.”
“Dad was still alive, so he got to
see that happen. He was really tickled that we named our daughter
“Wow, that is just great!” Bernie was notably pleased
as was Mary Ann, who nodded and smiled in agreement.
“I was suppose to be Nancy Anna, but the nurse
wrote an ‘E’ instead of an ‘A’... so I am Nancy Anne. My Grandmother was Anna. So her
name is Charlee after my Dad, and Anna after my Grandmother. We just call her Charlee.”
Bernie leaned to
Charlee level once again. “That’s a mighty important name! Do you realize what your name
is?! ” He gently shook her hand to emphasize. “You have to live up to that name!”
Charlee giggled, knowing full well
the weight of responsibility, and coyly responded. “Oh yes, I know my name. And I already do live up to it!”
She smiled a huge self-assured, confidence smile... and we all giggled.
I confirmed her claim. “She
Charlee, at days away from 9 years old, is a force to be reckoned
with. Her unmistakable presence is telling on its own. Bernie smiled and gleefully acknowledged... “I