Her name would have been Hope.

It was an easy choice for us, for obvious reasons.

And if our angel were a boy, he would have been Jude. I was particular to Jude because of the clock. My parents have a clock that plays a classical version of "Hey, Jude" every hour, and every time we visit my parents and that clock goes off, Max gets excited and runs to his Papa to pick him up and dance to the music. Seeing my Dad and Max dance to "Hey, Jude" makes me smile every time I see it and think about it. No one, not even me or Brandon, I think, makes Max happier than his crazy Papa, and I wanted to think about that true love and happiness every time I said "Jude."