Today someone introduced herself to me and asked "You're Rachel, right?" - I heard myself respond without a pause "Rachel is my daughter, I'm Stacy." Doesn't sound like much, but for some reason I felt good after that short interaction. Hearing her name...claiming her as my daughter...not sure which I love more, but both make me proud.
I can only hope that any time someone looks at me, my home, my heart... they think "Rachel" :o)