I blame my sister entirely. She was eight years older and a very strong influence on me. She loved thinking of baby names for the children she didn’t have. She didn’t even have a boyfriend! But she would dream up names and write them on any piece of paper that she could get her hands on.
When I became a teenager, I just figured it was the thing to do. So I dreamed up names of my future children. I wrote them all over any piece of paper I could get my hands on.
First came love, then came marriage, then came Barbara with the baby carriage…and eventually another and then two others (twins)! But guess what? Not one child bore a name that she had chosen before she met her husband. I guess they didn’t meet the proper criteria.
Several years later it was my turn for love. But let’s get one thing straight, I had to find out if this guy was on the same page as I was in the baby name dept. After all, I saw it fall through in my sister’s marriage and I was not willing to stand by and see my hours, weeks, months, YEARS of planning go down the drain.
Okay, I was smart enough to know that he probably wasn’t going to like the exact names I had chosen. Besides, I’d had those names picked out for a while…I was open for change.
I distinctly remember writing him a letter (might still have it tucked away somewhere, in fact-on lavender paper?) and giving him a selection of names that I loved, liked and disliked and asking him to circle his favorites. I also remember him returning the letter with symbols for those he loved, liked and hated. There was a little note at the bottom in his handwriting that said this was based on what he THOUGHT they were pronounced like…he was unsure of some pronunciations and therefore his opinion was subject to change (and that should have been a very good indication that life with him would be like living with an attorney J)
Well, apparently he circled enough names that I loved or at least liked, because we had already passed the love stage, then came marriage and then came Sara with the baby carriage.
…to be continued…
When I became a teenager, I just figured it was the thing to do. So I dreamed up names of my future children. I wrote them all over any piece of paper I could get my hands on.
First came love, then came marriage, then came Barbara with the baby carriage…and eventually another and then two others (twins)! But guess what? Not one child bore a name that she had chosen before she met her husband. I guess they didn’t meet the proper criteria.
Several years later it was my turn for love. But let’s get one thing straight, I had to find out if this guy was on the same page as I was in the baby name dept. After all, I saw it fall through in my sister’s marriage and I was not willing to stand by and see my hours, weeks, months, YEARS of planning go down the drain.
Okay, I was smart enough to know that he probably wasn’t going to like the exact names I had chosen. Besides, I’d had those names picked out for a while…I was open for change.
I distinctly remember writing him a letter (might still have it tucked away somewhere, in fact-on lavender paper?) and giving him a selection of names that I loved, liked and disliked and asking him to circle his favorites. I also remember him returning the letter with symbols for those he loved, liked and hated. There was a little note at the bottom in his handwriting that said this was based on what he THOUGHT they were pronounced like…he was unsure of some pronunciations and therefore his opinion was subject to change (and that should have been a very good indication that life with him would be like living with an attorney J)
Well, apparently he circled enough names that I loved or at least liked, because we had already passed the love stage, then came marriage and then came Sara with the baby carriage.
…to be continued…
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