Years ago, a little girl walked up to me, warmly. She was in the same dance camp as my oldest daughter. I assumed she was six or seven years old. The girl waited for a procession of small children to leave my space before she decided to speak.
Prior to her arrival, I beamed as I listened to the other children. They all wanted to weigh in on what name I should give my unborn child. I chuckled while letting them know her dad and I had already chosen a name.
Persistent as they were, I indulged their zeal to offer up ideas. Right now, I don’t remember any of those names the kids pleaded for me to choose.