...or maybe a hallucination.
Last night sometime in the middle of the night I woke up from some kind of brain lightning storm with the perfect name for the baby: Jared. I remember going through the reasons why this was such a perfect name in my head, but I can't remember them now. I was so excited about this revelation that I almost, almost woke Jesse up. Every time I woke up after that I would repeat the name to myself so I wouldn't forget before I woke up.
Predictibly, Jesse hates the name Jared. For some reason I don't love it either. I have no idea why I had this dream. I think when I woke up I thought it was some kind of revelation.
5 comments:
I really like the name Jared! And then Ian can be the brother of Jared, so many fun scriptural references and such. But really I love that name and I think that dream was totally inspired.
Contrary to Haley's post, I do not hate the name Jared. But I don't really like it either.
No, you said you hated it. You said it would always remind you of Mahonrimoriancumr.
Now you are just making stuff up.
I like Jared. one of our best friends is named Jared and he is just too nice for words. I love the banter between you two on the comments. Now we know why dave isn't allowed to comment on my blog! Good luck with your last few weeks!
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