They say that a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. And maybe they're right. But when it came to our baby girl, the name was very important. Maybe that's why it took the husband and me so long to pick one. Oh, we each had our favorites, lobbying hard for the admittedly sometimes ludicrous front runners. But it wasn't until we were watching Wheel of Fortune (why, I don't know, except that it follows Jeopardy!) and heard a contestant introduced as Charlotte that we looked at each other and knew. Feminine and timeless, Charlotte had just the right ring. What's more, our girl would be in good pop culture company. After all, there was Charlotte from Sex and the City, Charlotte's Web, Charlotte Brontë, and last but certainly not least, Good Charlotte. As for Rose, it just seemed to flow. Also, there are a lot of Roses in my family. Not to mention The Golden Girls' Rose Nylund.
So, Charlotte Rose, if you someday find yourself singing along to "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous," reading Jane Eyre, rescuing spiders, and/or debating whether to be on Team Mr. Big or Team Aiden, then Daddy and I will know that we've done our duty.
Just as if you unironically watch Wheel of Fortune, we'll wonder where we went wrong.