The adventure of naming. It seems so easy: pick a name you like and apply it to your child or pet or car, whatever you are naming. We had Briony’s name picked out quite a while before she was born. Once we decided that yes, we would call her Briony, that was it. There was no turning back. Even though she hadn’t even been born yet, this is what we would call her. We loved it and still do. It’s different, but not too different.
Coming up with a name when you don’t know the sex of the baby in advance posed too great of a challenge for either of us to take on. We found a few girl’s names we liked and agonized over boy’s names. To take the easy way out, we decided that it would be best to wait to see the baby before we determine what we will call him or her. Nothing like a healthy dose of procrastination!
Then he was born: a boy. Oh no! We have to come up with a boy’s name! We didn’t really LOVE any boy names the way we love the name Briony. We considered names such as Owen, Ellis, Benjamin, Ramsay, Ian (Nick’s middle name), Swithin (as in St. Swithin, which means nothing to Americans), and Obie. I started calling him Obie in case we named him Owen or Oliver or Orville. It just never felt right.
At 4 a.m. on Saturday morning, Nick came to me and said “what about the name Gabriel?” I like Gabriel, but it was 4 a.m. Let’s not make any rash decisions here. So we slept on it. After further discussion the next morning, we finally decided. Yes, Gabriel it is. Gabriel Ian. I think he looks like a Gabriel.