I like the story of how you got your name. You are SUCH a “Henry.”
I was warned not to name you early. Some cultures do not believe in naming an unborn child. They find it bad luck for the birth. Given that I’d had bad luck for quite some time, I though I’d roll the dice and start thinking of names.
When I was growing up, I always wanted a little girl and I wanted to name her Suzanna because the coolest girl I knew was Suzanna Finnegan, Aunt Jenny’s friend. Though a lovely name (and still one of the coolest girls I know), I wanted something else. I know exactly what I wanted.
Emily and Mildred, my beloved grandmothers. The day I realized Emmi, one of my favorite Luzern companies, combined the names of my grandmothers almost made me forget how terrified I was to have a Laura 2.0. I wanted to name a little girl “Emmi.”
Bibiana. Two strong women I admired, respected, and idolized had this name in their names – Monsie and Bibiana Marie.
Emmi Bibiana if it was a girl. Not even a question.
I considered Jackson Ayres, after the two RJAs and your Godpoppa.
I thought about what it would mean if the baby was a boy and I named him “Jackson Ayres.”
Given that there’d already been an “RJ” and a “Jack,” my son might be nicknamed “Three,” which I didn’t like. I didn’t think the Swiss would be able to pronounce it either. They’d struggled with Jackson’s name during his visit, calling him something that sounded so odd I didn’t realize they were talking about him. He got a lot of “Jacques.”
But, Jackson was a great choice because it allowed me to pay tribute to these two men and my soul brother. I was working through this when I texted Jackson Henry.
“If it’s a boy, I’m gonna name him Jackson.”
But, that didn’t feel right when I typed it.
I loved the entire Henry family so much it made (and still does) my heart bigger and my life complete. The Kings too, for that matter. Godpoppa and Godmomma’s kids and families were my family. I loved all of them.
It went perfectly with the first name I always wanted to choose, but dared not to, lest someone get upset with me: Christopher.
Though I call him “Brother” and you call him “The Dude,” I was so concerned the boys would be upset if I named you after their Daddy. They weren’t! For awhile, Coopie wanted us to call you “Christopher.” Your uncle is such a strong, brave man. Perfect decision.
Family from the beginning of his name to the end.
How did you get your nickname “Bärli”? Mommy’s heart lives in Luzern, but my life really started in Bern. You are named for that life that started on in September of 2015 at the WTI and ended early in the morning in September of 2016, my Berner Bärli.
I was Skyping with Lindy one day when Dr. Baur texted me, “It’s a boy.”
Perfect boy with the perfect name.