When I was pregnant with my second child, I was uninspired for names. (Well, really, I wanted the name Evelyn, but my hubby said NO. This time I guess he really meant it.) So, I was very pregnant and very uninspired.
I was sitting on my couch reading Looking Back by Lois Lowry, and I read a sentence similar to “Her name was Katherine, but everyone knew her as Kate.” Now, I’m not a sentimental person, and I don’t typically believe in signs. But something happened to my person, my soul when I read that line. To this day, I can’t really explain it. My heart started beating faster, a smile crept across my face, my eyes started to fill with tears. Kate. Beautiful in it’s simplicity. Sweet. Katherine. Sounds like royalty. Sophisticated. That name spoke to my heart in a way that nothing ever had before. It was like the name had found me when I wasn’t even looking.
We went in to the hospital with four names: Katherine, Audrey, Colin, or Evan. We left the hospital 3 days later with Kate.
Everyone calls her Katie or Katiebug, which is fine by me. In my heart, she’s Kate, beautiful and sweet.