Twenty-two years ago Maya’s namesake was riding in a backpack on her Mother’s back walking through Grenville. I remember calling my friend Sharon letting her know I saw her friend and baby minutes ago on a side street strolling. Sharon replied, “Oh you saw Kate and Maya.” Immediately I thought Maya, Maya will be the name of my child if I have a child. I also thought of the Mayan people as baby Maya was from Guatemala giving the name more strength, more wisdom, more ancient brilliant beauty. Seven years later my Maya is born and sixteen years later (last week) on a trip to San Francisco we got to meet Maya’s namesake! Maya meet Maya!