...they reminded me of my simple prayer when I found out that I was unexpectedly expecting child #3
Most people pray for the health of their child, or even the gender, but not me. Mine went something like this: "Dear God, please no more hair!" ...see, at the time, Amelle was 4 and her hair was frighteningly long and it was a real battle to comb through. I was hoping that God would grant me one of those little adorable cue-ball babies that has nothing but peach fuzz until they turn three.
God is funny; He's got a great sense of humor. That's one of things I like most about Him, that and His Grace.
Thus the name: Amaya Grace.