I’m not a fan of the practice of taking a confirmation name. I have “Andrew,” the first apostle and my boyhood parish’s patron. But I didn’t know better in ’72.
The young miss settled on Hildegard. I approve of that.
Confirmation rehearsal tonight, after a long day’s drive back from Kansas City. Big thumbs-up assessment from the cardiologist. We were only in the clinic for an hour today. These good reports are always a relief. Though I’ve grown accustomed to having a daughter who, despite having half a heart, seems healthy as a horse … you never know when the black cloud might blow in.
Meanwhile, I found this coin on wikipedia: