A rose by any other name

Tonight as I watched C holding her friend's hand while running across the street, I began to think of how beautiful her name is. They hugged goodbye and I saw the light from the street lamp catch her hair. I was holding K and thinking of how much I love them. My mind was saying C's name over and over,meditating on the beauty of it and when she got back to the porch she said, "Yes, mommy?" The lovely sound had made its way out of my head and slipped across my lips without my realizing it. I smiled asking her if I have ever told her how gorgeous her name is? She smiled shyly and pleased.