My best friend from childhood, Vickie, came to stay with us that weekend. Together we measured the nursery and baby furniture, scaling everything down to graph paper to figure out how it would all fit in such a tiny room. After Violet's diagnosis, the room would lay dormant, empty and untouched until we were expecting Daniel. But for a few days it was comforting that we imagined her in that room and planned for a rainbow themed nursery, searching Etsy for handmade baby items.
E was playing with an alphabet app on my phone (Of course she was!) and when she pressed the V, it said, "V is for Violet." I had considered some girl names that started with a V but I'm not sre I had included Violet.
"What about Violet?" I asked Mr. SPS. He agreed! We had our girl's name. Violet. She would have my middle name, too. Violet Marie.