Dr. B and I had decided on a name for our little girl. Of course, when he asked "what was it again?", he wasn't sure about the middle name we had chosen. "It just doesn't have the right rhythm," he said. "It should have either two syllables, or four. Three just doesn't flow right. Besides, I'd like to have a name that honors your mom and my mom."
"Yeah, honey, I would, too, but my mom didn't like her name, so that's out. Your mom's name doesn't fit right, and I just can't really think of any 'J' names that I really, really like and go with the first name we've chosen."
We pulled out the trusty Mac laptop, hitting baby name websites, and got to work. We'd read off names to each other, and wait for the response--usually either a vehement "no way!" or an "eh..."
"Well, maybe there are some 'G' names that have the same sound," he said. I clicked over to 'G', and went down the list, passing all the ones with the hard G sound, searching for the gentle soft G that would be like my mom and his mom's names.
"Giada!!!" he exclaimed, reading over my shoulder. "That's a beautiful name!"
"Why not?" he said, a glow in his eyes and a grin on his face. "Agnes* Giada Skarphol Brownson. I think it's beautiful!"
"Absolutely not. Never. Uh-uh. No WAY!" I said, beginning to get a little angry.
"But honey, it's really a lovely name," he continued, "and..."
"And nothing. We are not naming our child after the Food Network TV Chef you have a crush on. Forget it."
"But she's really hot!"
"No. Not on your life."
"Well, how about Gia, then?"
(Sheesh. Anyway, if we were going to name our little girl after a famous chef, everyone knows it would be Jamie Oliver.)
Every name I read, he nixed (I think he was holding out for Giada), and I began to get frustrated. He grabbed the computer out of my hands, and I picked up my book off the coffee table and began to read. He was determined to find it, the perfect compliment to Agnes*, and he dove into the task with abandon.
We read quietly for nearly an hour, when he finally slammed the lid down on the Mac, and said, "I give up."
"Brunhilda* is fine. This is too hard. I can't do it."
I smiled, and clicked off the lamp, as we headed up to bed.
Phew. This was much easier than choosing our china pattern.
*Agnes is not the name. Neither is Brunhilda. Keep guessing!