It is because of this little nuance about me that Husband was able to narrow down my list of girl names by three. Three "T" names were struck for this reason and this reason alone. The "T" could not balance with the "C."
I kid you not.
(Two of those "T" names were also stricken from the list as Husband really, really hated them. I like to think it was the monogram. He likes to think we wears the pants in the relationship. Potato... pa-ta-toe)
But, from the start- I wanted this little lady to have a little panache. A little sass. A little innocence of a devil in her.
|Aunt Bennie on left- wedding day|
pictured with her mother and brother, my grandfather
I mentioned that Talu passed when I was quite young; Mae was the second of the sisters to go- when I was in high school. Helen died a few years ago-- I ache for her companionship to this day. Bennie is still kicking.
|Aunt Bennie and Uncle Brady|
Aunt Bennie has a little imp in that angel soul of hers. Her laugh could carry through a room and she brightened any day. Aunt Bennie knew no strangers and was known throughout Augusta-- as they all were-- for her beauty. Back then, money could not buy looks like that.
|Aunt Bennie and Uncle Brady|
(can't you see that little imp in angel soul?)
Bennie's name was not Bennie. It was Benjamin. Benjamin Elizabeth. How beautiful is that? I instantly fell in love with her name and secretly stashed it in my box of favorite things. Ohhhh-- that name! That beautiful name! Benjamin Elizabeth... it rolls around in your mouth like a fine scotch and tumbles out with Venus helping spill the words.
To put it mildly, it is a name I love and not just because it is so lovely but because it reminds me of one of my precious aunts. What I adore even more is that she is not the first Benjamin- nor the second. Benjamin Elizabeth is the third woman in my family to have that darling name.
Husband and Wife have been tossing names back and forth. Names we like, don't like, what we like, what we hate... conversations abounded revolving around, "What will we strap onto this kid for the rest of their life?"
My names were old lady names-- like really old lady names. So much so that Husband said if we named Baby Girl [insert any number of names here] that they would come out with blue hair, glasses, and varicose veins. I told him that [insert any name from my list here] is your friend, your sorority president... he interjected, "Yeah- President of AARP."
I sighed. He was right, but old biddies aren't born old biddies- they grow up and then become old biddies before St. Peter (Paul?) scoops them up and takes them to the gates.
We kept tossing out names we liked and tried to find a middle ground between my circa 1875 birthday female names and his plain jane names. Husband got quiet and began to contemplate something I did not know was on his mind. He strung words and pitched a first name for our second daughter.
I smiled and eagerly agreed.
Knock me over with a feather, he followed up with, "And Martha Benjamin combines the best of all worlds. Benjamin gets carried on. What do you think about Mattie?"
"I. Love. It."
So, it's settled?
It's settled. I will write it in stone and embroider it with thread.
She's coming in December. For some reason, giving her a name makes it real. Even more real than the pudge, the kicks, the glow, and the scatterbrain. We will close out this year (pending all goes well and there are no complications) with two daughters- Patricia Eileen and Martha Benjamin.