I think Sam may have named the baby the other day. We were talking about when his brother would arrive - “In about six weeks.”
“But are you counting today?”
“Are you counting the day he is born?”
“So really it’s less than six weeks. It’s more like five weeks . . .”
Sam is a very literal, very specific child.
Anyway, during this discussion he referred to his brother by a name. It was one we’ve discussed, all of us, over the past few weeks. It was one that is on the narrowed down “potential name list.” I guess he just chose the one he liked the most and went with it.
Then a day later, Robby started doing the same thing. So now when they talk about our family’s baby, he is not nameless anymore, not “the baby,” or “our brother.” He is very specifically, very decidedly named.
And while I’m not ready to commit to it just yet (we usually try and have a few names in mind until we meet our baby, and then we just trust that we’ll know what his name is), I can say that I just found myself on a table watching an ultrasound take place, and thinking of this boy by that name. The name his brothers have given him. This baby who already has fat roles that are clearly visible (I told you he was freaking huge) and a head of hair that is also visible, had a name in my mind, too.
And his brothers are ready to greet him and tell him what it is.
See, they’re ready.
In about six weeks . . . or maybe it’s more like five.