Little Hen

Dear Maggie,

If your father had agreed to it, I would have named you Henrietta, and would have called you my little Hen.

If I had agreed to it, your father would have named you Sophie, I think, but he might have spelled it with an f.

Magdalene was our middle ground, and we meant to call you mostly Magda, but here you are...

...mostly Maggie, and looking like nothing could have suited you more perfectly.

{above: reason #587 why we love our nanny - the girls let her do their hair in pony tails / a beautiful face, ravaged by central wisconsin mosquitoes / magpie in the field, in a bathing suit, of course / maggie and milk - there is nothing in the world she loves more}