Sharing a Name
When Billy and Mandi told me the name of their little angel, I was just about in tears. I managed to hold them until we left the hospital Sunday morning.
I don’t have any notion that they actually named her first name after me. In fact, I would have never dreamed of naming a child “Amy”. Growing up there were always so many Amy’s that I’d wished I had another name- something softer. But, all of sudden, when they said they named her “Amy Lynn”, I fell in love with my own first name and her name. (I also love her middle name- Lynn- it makes it so much softer)
I also took some pride in knowing that they did give her my name. We all have names that we would never name a child because of someone we knew. Names that we certainly would hate to be called by on accident. At least that wasn’t the case with my name for Billy and Mandi. I haven’t ruined the name for them (at least)!
I also feel inspired by the name. I’ve got to live up to it now- to be someone my niece can be proud to share the same first name with.
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