Happy Birthday to a boy whom I may only know through the internet but love dearly nonetheless, and a big congratulations to his parents who are going through some changes themselves!
My son was named before he was conceived. After being married for a few months, my husband and I took a trip from Virginia to see his family in Missouri. While we were there, we went to visit his father’s grave. I had only ever heard his father referred to as Jerry, his first name, but when we saw the gravestone, I saw that his full name was Jerry Everett. Driving home from the cemetery, I commented to my husband that Everett was a nice name. He told me that his father was named after a favorite Uncle Everett and that the name had been used for generations in his father’s family. Then he said, “Maybe it’ll be used again.”
A few months later, I had a very vivid dream where I was talking to a young man, about 18, who was trying to decide if he should go into the Army or go to college first. He looked an awful lot like my husband. When I woke up, I asked my husband if he had any cousins about 18, that maybe we had met on our recent trip and I had forgotten about. He didn’t, but the mystery was soon solved . . . I found out I was pregnant with our first child about a week later.
We both agreed almost immediately that his name would be Everett. I humored myself making lists of boys and girls names, but I was certain from almost the moment of conception that it was a boy and his name would be Everett. When my grandfather Joe passed away during my fifth month, the middle name Joseph became obvious as well.
We got a lot of wrinkled noses from family and friends about the name (it was too old, too uncommon, hard to say) but we never wavered for a second. He has been Everett Joseph always.
Happy Birthday, my big, beautiful, strong, smart boy who looks exactly like his Daddy. This year, you will be three, start school and welcome a baby sister. We love you so much, Everett Joseph!