Being Amy

Nobody has asked me anything like, "Why did you name your blog, 'Being Amy?'" Well, I'll tell you anyway.

Back in 2006, one of the last times I saw my daughter, Brittany... she told me something. Something that just warmed my heart. She was five years old. I haven't seen her since January of 2007. Her mother won't even let me talk to her on the phone.

I told her that my name was Amy. She said, "No... you're daddy!" I told her that yes, I am her daddy, but just like her mother's name is Christina, mine is Amy.

She said, "But Amy's a girl's name." I told her that daddy is actually a girl inside. She pondered this a moment, and then told me, "Okay, you're my daddy being Amy." Then she gave me a hug and a kiss.

I miss her so much.