"A name represents identity, a deep feeling and holds tremendous significance to it's owner."
- Rachel Ingber
When we found out we were pregnant I busted out my notepad in my cell phone and started to ponder the list of names that I had for babies. I had been compiling this list for quite some time. Of course, I had to have options for the hubs.
He didn't like HATED every.single.name.I.had! I only had one name that I had wanted for a baby girl - he hated it. All 30,000 ++ boy names... he hated them. This was going to be a process. I tried to lay off of the names for a bit, and when I heard one I liked... he hated it.
My cousin Steffani and I were chatting online and she said she had a dream and said a name that I INSTANTLY fell in love with. (Thanks, girl!)
{Name to be disclosed later in this post.. keep reading}
I ran it by Kim and he wasn't sold.
When we found out we were being blessed with a princess, I began the name game more seriously. Kim randomly messaged me and he made the middle name of RaeLynn (Uhm... PERFECTION). My mom's middle name is Rae and his mom's middle name is Lynn.
GOOD JOB, HUBS!
So, baby girl had a middle name... we just need a first name.
I tried to convince him of the name my cousin had came up with for months! At Torch Lake for the 4th of July, when people would ask if we had a name yet I would look at him and said "I do. I just need him to get on board." I would mention the name and he would say "Most likely it will be *****". (He is always keeping people on their toes)
I never blogged about it - mostly because of the tears I shed every time I tried, and the fact that I didn't think I could ever find the right words. But, my father passed away in January 2016. It was the hardest thing I had ever gone through.
The name that Steffani had mentioned was Kylie. I loved it. My dad's name is Kyle Lee! So, so, so perfect! We changed it up and the spelling is Kylee.
So, there we have it... Kylee RaeLynn Donald.
I could not be more proud of the name(s) we have chosen to represent our precious baby girl, and I cannot wait until she can understand where the names come from and to share stories of my dad with her.