Picking out a name for your child can be stressful. Its very permanent!
Matt and I, like many expecting parents debated on the perfect name for quite some time. We compiled a list to which names were constantly added and eliminated. It had to be just right...nothing less than perfect for our special little girl.
On our 1st wedding anniversary we were on our way to dinner and I made the decision that by the end of the night we were going to have a name. At that point I believe we had narrowed it down to two and I just wanted to make the decision. Then out of Matt's mouth came the words "I don't think that either of those names are right." WHAT!?! NEITHER OF THEM!?!?
Scratch that....back to square one. After all of the list making and hem-hawing, we had now successfully eliminated all of our ideas.
The crazy thing is, that same night over dinner we made our decision. It just came to us and felt right from the minute it rolled off our tongues for the first time. It wasn't a name that had been on our list, but we knew that we had hit the jackpot with Charlotte Delene Ritchie.
Charlotte = Matt's Great Grandma
Delene = Matt's Grandma
At one point during my pregnancy Matt referred to our perfect little Charlotte as "Chuck." I'm pretty sure that the glare I gave him at that moment could have burned a hole through his head. I politely/sternly let him know that he was NOT to do it again.
Our little girl was NOT going to be known as "Chuck."
Remember this picture?
I had left Matt and Charlotte at home alone for 2 hours and I came back to see her sporting Packer colors and a football shirt. I called her Chuck that whole afternoon.
Ah, crap....I admit...I called her Chuck all of the time. Really.
Sorry for scolding you Matt.
I love my little Chuckles.