
I have co-written a hymn with a friend of mine. He was getting ready to print a copy for me and asked, "Now you want it to say 'Cindy M. Ray,' don't you? I'm sure he was surprised by the quickness--and the intensity--of my response. I definitely did
not want it to say that-- I wanted it to say Cindy W. Ray instead. I explained to him that being a Watson has a lot of meaning for me. (And being a Watson woman still more! ;) ) When I married Russ I took his name because I love him. But believe me, I am
nothing like a Ray! I am sometimes envious of my sisters in law--that they bear the name I love. I am still a Watson to my very core. I am a Watson in my extroversion, in my passion, in my love of big family gatherings and the ocean. (And big family gatherings at the ocean!) I am a Watson in my love of the farm, my need to be right, and in my stubborn unwillingness to be controlled. I heard Rachel telling Jenna very importantly the other day "I pick up stuff with my feet because
I am a
Watson." Cindy Lynn wrote a lovely essay a couple of years ago on being a Watson, and if you want to you can read it here: http://cindylouwho2006.livejournal.com/2006/06/05/
Here's to being Watson. Not necessarily an easy thing to be, but always, (by definition) interesting.