The baby-name "Gray" was a serious contender during my pregnancy but I could never find a suitable middle name to go with such an adjective. You try it. (I recognize that some of you actually did try it months ago- thank you!) I'm so grateful now that I/we never found a match as I can hardly imagine a worse name for this child. His name is Luke (yes, I'm reminding you because I do recognize that it's not the most memorable name) and it means "light." Everyday I think of his name, and the meaning, and how well the two match up. My joy is that it describes him, my prayer is that it will challenge him, and my gratitude is that, at this moment in time, I get to own the
"mine" in this ditty
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2 comments:
He does light up a room and bring joy to all of us. May you continue to experience the wonder and happiness of motherhood all the days of your life.
You're such a poet :)
And that little light is such a cutey.
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