Names....

I'm fascinated by them.

I take images of the very first person I knew as that name with me everywhere. I make decisions (private ones) as to weather a certain name matches what I have stored in my brain.

And if I forget someones name it is more often than not more about me feeling like their name just doesn't go, rather than truly forgetting it.

Naming my kids was a trip. I was worried what certain names would convey to the world. Was it too cutesy to call a grown up McKenna or too bizarre to call a baby Charles? We ended up with names that I hoped wouldn't catch on and be too popular. I of course was the only April in my whole school (that I can remember) and though it took me YEARS to love my name like I do now I always appreciated being the only one.