When we found out I was pregnant, we spent the next eight weeks or so talking about this baby of ours. It was still a secret to the outside world, so we had quite a bit of time to dream on our own about its name.
We didn't find out what this baby of ours was - boy or girl - until he was born. (That's for another post.) So we had the if-it's-a-girl and if-it's-a-boy name talk.
Eight or nine years ago, during my early years of college, I remember loving the name Liam and _____. (That blank represents the girls' name that we may just use for a future kid.) When I mentioned these names to Chris, like, "Oh, I like Liam and ____," he said, "Those are great."
And that was that. Our baby was named.
But there's a little more to the name Liam for us.
My dad is William and goes by Chuck.
My brother is William and goes by Will.
My maternal grandfather was a William, but went by Bill.
My great uncle is a William and goes by Unc.
My paternal grandfather was a Billy.
The common denominator among a few of the most important men in my life is William. And Liam is short for William: the tail end of it. When I looked up the meaning, it is "strong-willed warrior." (Let's hope that doesn't spell out his teenage years.)
Once we decided on Liam, I went back and forth on if we should give him the full name of William and call him Liam, or just stick with Liam. There was the side of me wanting to be traditional and then the side of me that wanted it to be simple. I let my husband make the call and we stuck with Liam.
We kept both chosen names a secret until our boy was born; we announced him and his name to the world on that very day.
I loved having that special secret between us.
If you have kids, how did you choose your baby's name?