Coming up with a name for the baby has been a hot and dangerous topic between me and Joe. We each have a different name in mind, and neither of us are willing to budge. To say we've been at a standstill would be generous. Today, however, Joe looked at me during church, smiled, and handed me this note: "You can choose the name of our firstborn baby boy if I can choose the name of our firstborn girl. And don't think I won't name her Renesmee." (As in from Twilight.)
Sigh...so now I'm forced to choose between swallowing my pride (and the superior name) or praying for only sons.
