On July 21st and 22nd Scott and Jane turned 39 and 6 respectively.
I will never forget being pregnant with Jane. Finding out that there would be another member of our family when Anna was just 4 months old was both surprising and exciting. The majority of my pregnancy I carted around a very young Anna atop my belly who would periodically reach down to rub her little sister.
Jane's first name came easy. Scott picked it and the second it left his mouth I knew that I was carrying a "Sweet Jane".
Her middle name was a little more difficult. There were two paternal great grandmothers names' that I knew my daughter would be honored to carry but how do you choose? If I combined them it sounded as though I was naming my daughter after a well known cocktail made with tequila.
It came to me when I was having a VERY emotional day.
Julia was a very energetic 7 year old dealing with going from 1 to 2 to soon to be 3. Anna was a little firecracker, just learning to crawl like a little speed demon. I was pregnant...VERY pregnant...HUGE pregnant. I called Scott at work in tears,
"How could I possibly do this?!"
"How am I going to be able to give everyone what they need?!"
When I look back Scott had just as much on his plate that day I called him. We had just bought our first home, I was now only working part time and he had to figure out how he was going to support his rapidly growing family...but you wouldn't have ever known that. I won't bore you with all the details of our conversation that day but let's just say when it was over I felt stronger than ever.
We were a team. WE would get through it. WE would give everyone what they needed.
Together.
I knew it the minute I hung up that phone.
I wanted the little girl I was carrying to be named after someone I loved SO much...someone strong, loving, smart and humble.
And so Jane Scott was named when she entered this world the day after her daddy's birthday.
I don't know who is more thrilled to share the same name, Scott or Jane. Scott is instantly melted by "the other Scott" and it is so cute seeing Jane get a kick out of her middle name. She embraces the fact that it is different, knowing it's her father's. She was so proud when she was able to learn to write it this year in kindergarten. And I really love the fact that she looks like me and carries the name of the person I love most in this world.
