I was obsessed during my pregnancy (and honestly far beyond) with researching names. I had a feeling I would know it when I heard it, and so for months and months I looked for the perfect name in every imaginable place. Outside of the usual baby name books and websites, I read every movie credit and special event program, looked for inspiration in everyday objects, and even went so far as stalking random hospitals’ virtual nurseries to see what the trends were. I was looking for something distinguished but not unusual and had rules as to what vowels were acceptable at the end of the name and also what nicknames may arise. Finally, at my sister’s dance recital, my mom and I both happened upon a name we loved in the program: EMERSON! It felt special and I knew that it was my baby’s name. It took some persuading before Nic was on board with my great idea — he wasn’t convinced until I suggested the hyphenation of our last names. At that point he gave me full reign as long as I didn’t mess with her last name. I knew from the start that her middle name would be a family name, and once ‘Emerson’ was determined, it thrilled me to take my Nana’s middle name, Eleanor (also shared with Jory). Little did I know that far into the future we would find my Nana’s birth certificate that actually read Delores Eleanora… typo!?