I loved my daughter and thought at an early age of her life that she was so beautiful that she could have been whatever she wanted to be. A world renowned and beloved model, but she loved just the opposite of the opulent life: the country--pines, horses, the rustic and bucolic.
Therefore, she left NYC, where she was born and had lived for years, and went to the lovely little known state of Oregon. She is happy and I am delighted that she has found her niche. She vacations in Hawaii--as I do in the Caribbean--but, because of her I have visited those lovely islands.
To make the story quite romantic, she conceived her first and only child (thus far) in Maui, and because of that, his second name is Keahilani, which means the god of fire in Hawaiian. Pilar decided to have her son at home, old-fashioned style and without pain relief. I was there, and for the first time I saw with my own eyes the miracle of birth and the pain involved.
She was beautiful in her pain and hopeful expectation, and he was born amongst us. Danny, her better half, and her midwife, Amanda, her assistant, and a close friend. Of course, I identified with her contractions, and took pictures of the whole process. I will post the pictures if she gives me permission. In the meantime-