Sofia, our oldest daughter had other plans. She kept saying random words and asking if that was something people named babies. I usually laughed and answered with a definitive, "no." But one day, in the throes of spring when Sofia was picking wild sweet violets every morning for me, she said,
"Violet...is that a name people people name babies."
"Yes, actually, it is."
"Can we name our baby, Violet?"
I ran it by David later and while we didn't agree on it for sure, Sofia called the baby Violet from that day on. I asked her what if it was a boy? She assured me it was a girl because she'd asked God for a sister.
After Violet was born, the name discussion naturally started. David wanted to call her Violet. I had some idea of a different first name with Violet as a middle name. David just nodded his head. By the next morning - well, not really morning. It wasn't light yet - I woke David up and said, "Her name is Violet." We hurried down to the NICU to see our sweet baby and the first thing I told the nurse was "Her name is Violet." The nurse wrote "Violet" with a tiny heart on the sign above her bassinet. I cried. You see, I didn't want to name Violet at first. It was so painful to speak her name out loud even though we'd known it for months. I can't explain it in words, but my heart knew she wasn't going to make it in this world for very long. Speaking her name outloud was going to make it so much harder to say goodbye.
My midwife commented later what a perfect name Violet was for her. Violets are the ephemeral flower. They bloom for such a short time. Once you pick them, they start to wilt. But they are so perfect. So sweet. So tender.
My sweet, sweet Violet. You have a name. You are and will always be ours. But you have a Maker. He formed your heart. You are forever His.