Happy Birthday Sophie

Sophie,

Today is your third birthday.

Three years ago today, I held you in the hospital, with your little ankle band that read "Baby Girl Davidson" because we hadn't yet decided on your name.

We had gone into the hospital with three possible choices.

Sophie, Hannah, or Ashley.


As soon as you were born, I threw Ashley out of the ring. You didn't look like an Ashley. Not one bit.

I was torn between Sophie and Hannah. The rest of the family was leaning towards Sophie, but I just wasn't sure. I didn't want to make this decision lightly. I wanted the name to suit you.


I was holding you, and you had a little red and green hospital knit hat on. I was still debating, Hannah .... Sophie. I just couldn't decide.

Just then, I took your hat off. I wanted to see your cute little fuzzy head.

In that instant, it became clear to me that you were a Sophie. Don't ask me why. I'm quite certain it was mostly to do with my insanely hormonal post-pregnancy emotions rather than any sort of logic whatsoever. But I was adamant. You were no Hannah.

The nurse, who happened to be in the room at the moment I made this decision, smiled at me and said, "I was hoping you'd pick that name. I like it better."

I'm fairly certain she would have said that either way.

But she's right.

You are most definitely a Sophie.

Happy Birthday.