She was in her glory tonight dancing around the dinner table, doing performances, bouncing on the mini-trampoline. She was excited about the salad she had made for dinner as well as the Torta Rustica she had made with Nonna. She brimmed with joy.
Me – “Your middle name should be enthusiasm.”
She didn’t miss a beat.
Her – “I already have a middle name. It’s Freedom!”
That is her actual middle name. I suppose the feeling of freedom and enthusiasm are the same. They are both unconfined joy. So, I guess she got the correct middle name eight years ago, after all.