Olive.

So, I’m naming her Olivia.

I wish I knew why it speaks to me. It sounds modern, and classic, and a little royal. The polysyllabic structure points to strength and command (“You will speak my name, and ALL of it, no matter how long it takes you!”) Rooted, an olive tree is hearty and resistant to the destruction of life. They weather well. I like the taste of olives.

I think Shakespeare coined the Western spelling. I like that the name was created from the mind of a writer.

I don’t know any Olivias. I think I like that too, that she will be a new story in my life. I don’t want to be biased.

So, yeah. I’m naming her Olivia.