She was a beautiful little thing, but truth be told she could have been the most hideous thing to ever exist on the planet and Margaret would still find her beautiful. That was perhaps the magic of being a mother.
“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Nick asked, reaching out to brush a little curl to the side of her head.
“She really is.” Margaret couldn’t help but smile as she looked back and forth between her own child, and that little girl’s father. “Can you believe we made that?”
“Well, imagine that. We can do something wonderful,” Nick teased, leaning over and kissing Margaret on the forehead without taking his eyes off his daughter.
“What should we call her?”
“Oh, Goodness,” Nick finally looked up away from the child, “How do we chose? Naming a kid, that’s a big deal.”
“Just look at her, Nick. What’s the first thing that comes to mind?” Margaret prompted.
Nick studied his daughter’s face in silence for a while. Then he turned to Margaret and said, “Suzanna.” He said it slowly, like he was tasting it out on his tongue, but then he smiled wider and repeated. “Suzanna.”
Margaret nodded. “I like it. What do you think, Suzanna Marie?”
Nick picked up his daughter, and held her close to his chest. “Hello there, Suzanna Marie. Welcome to the world.”