Okay, so I'm going to share what my daughter's name is. Not what it is going to be, but what it actually is right now and forever. I know I said call or email me for it, but I have to let everyone know so I can stop calling her Baby Moo, my daughter, or little girl in this blog. It just doesn't feel right. Now, even though I'm sharing doesn't mean I am asking for feedback unless it is nothing but warm, fuzzy, positive comments. Remember, it is her name, we love it, and if you flip me any shit about it, you're a butthole. Okay, maybe that's harsh, but I could get very defensive and want to kill you if you start off bashing my kid before she's even finished developing all her senses. I've already got that mother bear complex starting up. Can you tell?
Are you ready? I know, it's probably more exciting for me than it is for you.
Her name is Farrah Raquelle Moody.
No, she is not the product of two parents who are super fans of 70s television. I've always loved the name Raquelle and Mike has always loved the name Farrah. So, we decided to compromise and put them together and loved how it sounded. When Mike asked me what Farrah meant, I looked it up and discovered that it meant Lovely and Pleasant. Now, how is that not perfect and sweet? When we heard it out loud, we both got a little teary-eyed and knew it was her name. Had it been a boy, it would've been Tristan which means Loud. That would've been frightening.
Say it a couple times and hear it roll off your tongue. Wait a couple minutes, it'll sink in. You either love it or hate it. But you better love it, or at least tell me you do. Just don't tell me if you don't. Remember, the beauty is she won't have the same name as everyone else in her class, and we find that to be very important. I'm very happy to share Farrah's name with everyone and I can hardly wait to be able to call her by her name when she's born, teach her how to say it, and show her how to write it. It's fitting for a child, a teen, a woman, and a little old lady.
Yay for our little Farrah!