Is how I would begin.
There was never any doubt in my mind as to what your name would be.
Based on meaning alone.
And if by chance the name had been different, something awful like…well I don’t want to step on any toes here (imagine the worst name you can think of) then, yes, you would have different initials. (Thankfully, I also happen to think your name is exceptionally beautiful.)
We labored long and hard before we met, you and I. A night. A day. And another night. You arrived so quietly. (You would demonstrate your lung capacity soon enough.) And in that quietness, I loved you enough to know that I would die without you. Yet I was mystified by you, as well. Who you were. My daughter, yes. Even so, all I could tell you of your future as I saw it in those first few minutes and hours and days was nothing more than a scripted list of milestones.
I know you now. Infinitely better than I did then. I’ve had 18 years to learn. Still, there is so much more for me to discover about you-in time.
Your continuing story, as you write it.
(How I wish I could say this aloud to you.)
When the words can come clearly without my voice betraying me.
For today, though,
I know you well enough to know,
you know this.