We seven O’Hara siblings were playing after dinner out in front our ramshackle Southern California rambler on an early spring evening in 1966.
Mom and Dad were unwinding over evening drinks. “Kids,” we have some news!” Mom announced excitedly. She invited us to offer up guesses about what the news was.
“A new station wagon!” “A pony!” “Disneyland!” No, no, and no.
She paused, and then smiled and announced happily: “I’m having another baby!” Maybe some were glad. I couldn’t have been more underwhelmed.
Then you were born; a beautiful baby girl after three brothers in quick succession. And then you grew, and so did my love for you.
50 years later, I still count you among my most favorite people—and friends—on the planet, and am eternally grateful to have you in my life.
Happy 50th, Regan Marie Montano!