It is a common occurrence for married men and women everywhere, when discovering that a child is on the way, to rattle through any number of names that might be given to their son or daughter to be. I, myself, nearly became Margo instead of Carolyn. As the story goes, at the last minute, my mother didn’t like the name Margo and suggested that I be named Carolyn after my father, Carroll. My father agreed if my second name would be Valette, after my beautiful mother. It was a pact and I became Carolyn Valette. But a name is more than a pact; it is who you will actually be. It speaks about you individually. It labels you, advertises who you can become for God, family, and humanity everywhere.
This is the premise Hubby and I used when it came to naming our four Bros. And they have become their names, just as I hoped they would. One is tenderhearted; one is the traveler of two paths; one is a gift from God; and one is the victory for the people.
Having had only sons, there are of course female names […]