At some point during the day it occurred to me...
that this day, graduation day, was a day I dreamed of before my baby girl was even born.
It was a tradition at my high school... Mr. Gilarde announced the names as the graduates crossed the stage to receive their diplomas. It was a big deal... not just the diploma, but the way he announced your name. It boomed out through the microphone, each syllable a celebration of your whole name... including the middle, which isn't often heard unless your mom is mad. The magnitude of his voice, filling the gym, made the moment larger than life... a celebration of the moment and of the student, and it meant something to me.
And that moment became a gauge... for choosing her name.
Is it beautiful? Will it fit her? And then I ran it through my mind in Mr. Gilarde's big booming voice, and imagined what it would sound like as she was announced to receive her diploma.