Grandpa Johnson (or Pop-Pop as I'm doing my level best to ensure he's called) suggested Lorelei over brunch on father's day. Lorelei was actually due to arrive on Pop-Pop's birthday, so we thought it was pretty special that he suggested such a great name. Sean and I both loved it right away, but we weren't sure about a nickname. So, we put it on our list but kept looking.
Then, two days after our due date we were driving to dinner and I suggested Lila. Sean ended up loving it more than I did. I couldn't help feeling it didn't sound grown up enough. I still preferred Lorelei. Sean said, "Let's have two girls- Lorelei and Lila!" I said we couldn't do that. The names were too close. So close in fact... "Hey! What if we name her Lorelei and use Lila as the nickname?!" Sean wondered aloud if we could do that- I mean Lila isn't the official nickname for Lorelei. I assured him we could. It's about time we started adopting a "because I said so" mentality. We are parents, after all.
The middle name was a no brainer. Agnes was Sean's grandmother's name. We both adored her. Sean has hundreds of stories about growing up with her. Her loud clothes. Her louder singing. Her jubilant dancing and exuberant costumes. The first time I met her was at Sean's parents' house. She and I were sitting next to one another at dinner and her hand was a bit unsteady. As she ate, her hand trembled and a bit of food fell to her lap. Rather than hide it or express one iota of embarrassment, she threw her fork down, turned to me and demanded, "Why do you keep throwing food at me?" I think I said something like, "Well, maybe if you weren't so mouthy..." See? Super lovable. Oh, and she loved candy. A caustic wit and an allegiance to chocolate... a double threat. We were fast friends.
And Lorelei Agnes was born. In name, anyway.
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