I dream of having a little girl all the time. Maybe it’s because I relate better to girls, have more in common with them, or maybe it’s just the cutest clothes at Target that get my “gimme a girl” juices flowing. Who knows.
But I have to be honest. I get more sentimental when I think about having a boy. Truthfully, my emotions come to the surface quicker than a life jacket at the bottom of a pool when I think about it.
Y’all I love this man that God has given me more than he will ever know. And when I think about him with his sons, his heirs, his mini-me…. It’s crippling. I envision this tall, strong, handsome man of mine with his little look alike boy hand in hand going to feed the livestock.
I envision them working on equipment together, driving tractors out in the field (which will scare the begeezies out of momma), running to the local Southern States together to pick up some chicken feed, and coming home to the only woman in their lives… ME!
I envision evenings of watching my man and his boy walking the green pastures of the farm, watching the sunset. Going down to the pond to catch a few while I sit on my beach towel journaling or reading a book.
I even envision the stress I should have keeping those girls off of my manchild one day who looks just like their daddy. {Yes, I have to make my presence known to some strangers every now and again… Watch out girls… He’s mine! I strength train and I’m NOT afraid to use it…}
I think about the man he will become. Will he be a good husband, father, leader? Will he be a farmer, a doctor, a laborer, a chef? Will he love Jesus as his father and I do? Will he lead others to Him?
Yep, dreaming of my boy brings me more tears than anything else. Surprisingly enough!
We’ve gone back and forth in dreaming about boy names. All of the names I had loved, Brooks didn’t like because he always knew someone with that name. I thought ‘Oh dear, we are NEVER going to think of a name!’.
Until this past August, while we were in Jackson, WY. Evidently, God’s anniversary gift to us was peace of mind about a name! We were with my in laws at the time and when we said it aloud, they were just as in love as we were. The name, it’s determined, is a keeper!
CODY BAYLOR
Cody Baylor is the name we picked. I LOVE this name way more than the others that I had developed over the years. This name sounds masculine and yet tender.
An interesting fact: Cody Baylor means “Helpful Horse Trainer”. How cool would it be if that was his profession in life? Haha
So, there you go. Our boy’s name. I will continue to dream dreams of my Brooksie and his little one. Of my little manchild and his momma. Of beating those teenie-bopper chick-a-dees off him. Girls you gotta go through momma before getting to my precious Cody Baylor.
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