My eyes lift to Beau, still rocking our daughter, humming a tune I would recognize anywhere. It’s the song we danced to at our wedding. There’s something poetic about him humming it now. A new beginning for us. “Beau?” I ask. He looks up at me, still swaying. His eyes are tired but bright, so full of love I think my chest might crack open. He looks like every dream I’ve ever had come true. “What about Nova? It means new.”
