Twenty-seven years ago, nervously lumbering around our inadequately air-conditioned starter home in Omaha, I sweated the details choosing a name for the baby I was sure would be a boy. I did a lot of lumbering and sweating and wondering as I chalked up the ten days past my due date.
I worried how our baby's name would look and sound in future situations. I'm pleased to say his name looks very handsome in a major situation--in fancy script on his wedding invitation.
© 2009 Nancy L. Ruder