It was as though you were with me (which I suppose you were) and said to me, "Hi Momma, my name is..."  And I knew your name.
I went to talk to your Daddy.  I told him we had to talk about your name again.  He seemed to know exactly what I did, at the same time.  We knew your name.
I would spend the next few months wondering if you were a boy, wondering if I was wrong about your name, wondering if I had just imagined it.
But I really believe that you told me your name.
