David and Michael have the uncanny ability to read my mind. David and I hadn't spoken in a while and yet the day he posted this photograph [1], I was toying around with a new banner for the front page with another photo of "Barackelle".

Yes, I've Brangelinaed Barack and Michelle, so sue me.

The front page image hadn't changed in a while not only due to the surprisingly long primary we're experiencing but because I have to code that particular part of the page by hand.

Not anymore, and not a moment too soon.

I've been DYING to use our galleries more and to be able to create impactful front page posts on the fly. Now we can. The image is being pulled from the a photo gallery called "Banner Posts". As long as the image is 660 pixels, we'll be able to have the site automatically pull a new image when a new banner post is created.

Awesomeness.

And I'm happy to test it with not only the woman who is our presumptive First Lady; but my namesake. You see, my full name is Liza Michelle Sabater Tirado.

Not only that, but Michelle reminds me a lot of my sister-in-law Milly. I spent quite a lot of time during my pre-teens with my oldest brother and his then fiancee.

They were the first young adults I knew who went to college. Milly was also the first to sit me down and talk to me about what it physically means to be a woman, about my reproductive rights and responsibilities and more importantly, at the fact that sex and gender and just human nature.

To Milly being a black woman was not a burden but an adventure and I'll never, ever forget how this impressionable then 10 year-old wanted to grow up to be as sassy, witty, sexy and smart as my sister-in-law Milly.

Did I tell you that my witty, sexy and smart as my sister-in-law is now also a Pentecostal minister and a PhD in Special Education who trains teachers in Rhode Island?

So it's no wonder I just get all misty eyed whenever I see Michelle. She reminds me of the black woman I so aspired if not to be at least to grow up and make proud.

Seeing Michelle is like seeing family. You can't understand how profoundly moving that is for the impressionable 10 year-old girl that still lives in me.

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