This is the story of a baby.
An 85 lb baby.
Who takes up a lot of space.
Hopkins Meyer Black. If we want to get specific. And I know you do. We’ll call him Meyer. Because we strive to be southern after a short lived (5 year) stint in the south. My southern friends tell me Texas isn’t southern, it’s just Texas. I’ll have to say I agree. There are differences.
Meyer was one of the top names when G was born. And Graham. Which I still love. Along with a few other discards. Like Elizabeth Jane.
With both boys I knew their names asap. With Meyer, I love it, but I think its “ring” comes as a middle name.
Maybe because of Oscar.