It was the happiest day of your life. You just couldn't take it in. You really couldn't. It was a feeling that made you smile from ear to ear but made you want to burst into a thousand tears. It was the day that you and your husband Glen welcomed your first child into the world.

You sat back in the deep pillows of your hospital bed, looking down onto your little bundle of joy. Glen was sitting on the bed too. He was sitting at your side, him looking down on you and the baby too. You hear him whisper: "She looks just like you".

You turn and look at him. Before you can turn back to look at the baby, he leans in and kisses you.

When you break apart, he looks down at your baby girl.
"Can I hold her?" He asks tears on the rim of his eyelids.

You nod. "Of course" you whisper.
You pass your daughter into her father's arms. He smiles as he sits on the bed and looks down at his little angel.

There is a deep silence as Glen looks down on her. She was sleeping peacefully, like an angel. Finally he was able to speak.

"She is absolutely gorgeous" Glen says, beginning to choke up. He is speechless. Slowly the baby opens her eyes and looks up at Glen. Glen smiles, tears rolling down his cheeks. "She's smiling at me" he whispers.

You smile. "What should we call her?" You ask.
Glen laughs. "Well I was thinking we call her 'I've got the' so she can say 'my name is I've got the Power'".

You giggle before Glen looks at you again. "Anyway, truly I was thinking: Charlotte. We could call her Lottie or Charlie for short" Glen suggested.

You look at the baby and you smile.
"Lottie Power".