On your 16th day of life your dad and I officially named you. The same name you’ve had since we knew you were in my belly. Since we found out you were a boy. The name I chose so many years ago. The name that always was you but that got temporarily tarnished and taken away from me.
It was a rough road to you as Everett, Everett. But you just are Everett. It’s still sad for me to say your name each and every time. I hope that goes away. I hope that the joy I felt over your name for most of my life returns. Because it has always meant a lot to me and I’d love to feel that again now that I have you in my arms to hold and love.
Just so you know… your name was Everett on your birth certificate all along. We didn’t want to put something silly like “Baby Boy (lastname)” so we named you Everett even when we were still so unsure about it.
You have the whole story in your scrapbook, so you know all this and you know the reason why we struggled with the name. It’s not a reason I’d share publicly, but hopefully you understand one day why we felt the way we did and why we were so hurt. But I’ve also written why the name is meaningful to me in your scrapbook so you know why it’s so special to us. There’s a lot of history with your name, son. And I’m so happy to give that to you. Hopefully it means as much to you as it does to me one day.