Lilah. The only name we could agree on before you were born. Your daddy found it in a book titled "Best Canadian Baby Names." Derived from the Arabic "Leila," it means "night beauty." Some sources also describe it as a form of "lilac."
Marjorie. A name I loved but could not convince your daddy to love.
Dahlia. Another that was high on my list.
Elizabeth. Your middle name, after my maternal grandmother.
Callum. My favourite boy name for years. Your daddy wasn't sold, so when we found out we were expecting a girl, I filed it away in the recesses of my brain for the next time around.
Thomas. What you wanted to name your baby brother. After Thomas the Train.
Owen. One of the many boy names I love that does not, in my opinion, sound good with our last name.
Clive. A name I loved when we found out baby number two would be a boy.
Henry. The name that was suggested by a dear friend. The same friend who laughed as if I was joking when I mentioned I loved the name "Clive."
Callum. Meaning "dove." Still my top choice for baby boy as he grew inside me.
James. The middle name we agreed on long before we chose a first name, in honour of your Grandpa, Daddy's daddy.
Henry. Meaning "ruler of the home." Daddy's favourite, partly because he couldn't wait to nickname him "Hank."
Baby Brudder. What you called him while he was growing in my belly and continued to call him for several weeks after he came out, even once his name was finally settled.
Henry. The name you chose for him when we let you be the swing vote between our two favourites, three days after he was born.