DIVE MONA DIVE!
Mona has spent the past nine and a half months practicing her swimming (Amy says, in preparation for the Olympics). And in the past two weeks, we've all been encouraging her (even the doctor) to take the plunge.
Amy e-mailed me an update on Friday (no word from the M-meister, but all were continuing to wait patiently) and ended it playfully with "Dive, Mona, Dive".
I replied and ended mine with, "DIVE, MONA, DIVE!".
And this afternoon, Amy phoned me to tell me that little Mona with her long slender fingers and her mop of black hair, had finally taken the dive. She'd timed it perfectly - beginning her dramatic descent two hours after Amy had submitted her PhD thesis - and surfacing finally seven hours later.
She's practicing her "pirate's face" with a crooked one-eyed grimace Amy explained to me. But she's lovely. And her conception and arrival has been serendipitous in so many ways.
Welcome, little Mona, to this wonderful big world. We can't wait to teach you to use chopsticks and to play the guitar.
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