I have always been proud of her, but I had been feeling especially proud the past few weeks. After struggling with homesickness for the first couple months of college, she finally turned the corner and now loves Baylor and the great state of Texas and has found the friends she was hoping to find. She has worked hard, without me breathing down her neck, I honestly didn't know if she could do that, but she has.
In preschool, Madison insisted we only call her Maddy, so we did. We never call her Madison, in fact her little brothers have no idea that that is her real name. In high school she started to go by Madison, but it didn't really stick, too many people already knew her as Maddy. She went to Texas for college, not a soul knew her already, Madison stuck and that is who she is there. When she was four, in the 'don't call me Madison' phase, she told us that she wishes we had thought a little harder and given her a good name. I asked what we should have gone with and without skipping a beat, she said 'Sparkling Rainbow'. It wasn't just a whim, she had given it some real thought and brought it up with odd frequency.
As I watched her glide down the escalator at the airport, I realized she was onto something in preschool. Madison is okay but Sparkling Rainbow would have worked too.