My name is Amelia Arden Magee. I was born precisely at 11:08 in the morning of June 4, 2011, not a minute too early, not a minute too late, determined to live up to the motto in life I thought up while in Mommy’s womb, which is and shall be: “All in Good Time!”
Here is a splendid family photo — couldn’t have been complete without me. Making a clock-wise circle from noon, my Daddy Michael, my Mommy Cathy, my sister Zoe — all admiring me (Amelia).
Right from the start the comforts of pillows and loving arms to hold me, here those of my Big Sister Zoe who, I think you’ll agree, has motherly talents and an angelic smile! I’m smiling too, but you just can’t see it.
My aunt Monique arrived in good time to keep us all company while I picked the right time to arrive, and I heard them all laughing and having a good time in the kitchen. It was such fun to listen to them, I snuggled in a little deeper and decided to see what might happen next before I arrived.
One thing they did was to show Aunt Monique all of the lovely sights of Wyoming, towering mountains and the rushing of bright sparkling water. I’m glad I picked such a scenic and wonderful place to make home!
Uncle John came too, by airplane, and spent his first evening trying to grasp the deeper meaning of pictures and words on paper, something he is always doing, and always with great success — because he knows how to pick experts to help his own understanding. Here Zoe is lending a hand in Uncle John’s unending education.
To rest up from study, Uncle John helped Daddy out in the yard. They called it “work,” whatever that is, but kept talking about fantasy baseball and fantasy football, whatever they are. I’ll have to ask Zoe to explain it to me. All in Good Time!
Finally, and in perfect time — and I timed it just right just for them — Grandma and Grandpa arrived in Wyoming to see me. And that is my story, the beginning of it. I cannot write yet, never mind the highest form of it, blogging, but I am gifted in the secret arts of telepathic communication (they say it fades as you grow) so I found a receptive member of the family to present all this to you in more or less suitable words.
Amelia Arden Magee
What a wonderful story. What a lucky baby. I didn't know there were big mountains in Montana - I thought it was a flat plains state.
ReplyDeleteWyoming, Patricia. Not that it makes much of a difference. Both states are alike -- vast flat plains and huge mountains to the West!
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ReplyDeleteWelcome Amelia!
What a sweet post, Dad, thanks.
And when it comes to the geography, yes, while I haven't been to Montana, I'm imagining that parts of it are much like the vast plains of Wyoming.
In Casper they have an odd mountain—Caspter Mountian—that juts up from the high plains forming the southern border of the city. It makes for a lovely view. It's an odd mountain in that it runs east to west unlike the Rocky Mountains and it also serves to concentrate the high winds that come at Casper, unabated from the west, causing them to really slam into Casper on occasion, well, a lot really. That town is windy and I mean WINDY.
It is a very different country out west, in many ways. And Amelia, while you may not be there long, it is a wonderful, rugged, independent sort of place to have been born.