Picking a name

Okay how fun and crazy is this?!  We get to pick a NEW NAME!  Who gets to name themselves?  Like, really for legally reals name themselves.

Oh my goodness it is SO hard.  We go through so many things.  No that doesn’t feel right, you aren’t that cool, you aren’t that dorky.

No, you CANNOT be Consuela Bananahammock.

We go through names of idols and characters we like.  I learn towards names that sound like and roll off the tongue similarly to Katie.

Oh Katie.  My precious Katie.  Can you understand?  This is the part that gets me the most emotional.  She has been my dearest Katie for ten years.  When you say you love that person, it’s their name you say.  I love Katie.  I am going to have a hard time letting go of “Katie”.   So, yes, I want a name that sounds like Katie.  Katie has been MY Katie for so long.  It’s very hard to re-wire my brain to allow this change.  It’s like parts of my brain don’t understand … my body almost gives a reaction as if I am cheating on her or changing my partner.  Yes I know I am not, the person I love isn’t changing, just becoming the socially accepted form of his (hah!) inner self.

Tangent.  Names.  Okay, hard to let go of Katie tangent, check.

I was all for Cody (Kody to keep the same intials).  Katie thought Kaleb.  Neither felt quite right.  We had mostly decided on Kody when my best friend threw out the idea of Kaden.

Kaden.

Well that rolls off the tongue like Katie.  It’s kind of hip.  More modern the Kaleb and more mature than Kody.  And it doesn’t have a forced K (I am, against all odds, a strong traditionalist). 

So, my boyfriend’s name is Kaden.