Friday, March 12, 2010

I say, "Drew."

Drew
I like it.
It's classic, timeless.
It's short, like Owen's name.
Owen and Drew.
Drew McBride
I like the way it looks.
I like the way it sounds.
I like the way it's spelled.
It's my favorite so far.
"No, I won't do it," he says.
....because my best friend has a Drew. Robert's good friend has a Drew.
They live far away. Britt's Drew is almost 9. Gary's is 2.
Britt was flattered when I told her.
She was happy and told me, "Yes, name him Drew!"
She was sincere.
"No." he says.
I told him I'm throwing in the towel.
"You name this boy," I boss.
I long to call my baby boy by his name.
I'm anxious, impatient really.
For some reason, calling my babies something makes them seem a little more real, to me.
Oh, baby boy, what name will you be called?
This decision is simply driving me CRAZY!
I say, "Drew."