From the Desk of Ian Culley @IanCulley
Naming a newborn is tough.
Who is this tiny person? And who will they aspire to be?
These are impossible questions to answer.
As you can imagine, the wifey and I were stumped upon meeting our baby girl earlier this week.
Every time I looked into her eyes, I could hear her plead, “Give me a name, boy!” A situation ten-year-old Ian never fathomed – even while watching The NeverEnding Story.
After a few days of deliberation, hours of snuggles, and the casual piercing gaze, I could only discern one thing: she smelled good.
So I offered up “Coco.”
It was on our shortlist. Plus, will we ever forget this year’s epic rally in cocoa futures? I certainly won’t.
Well, we ultimately landed on Cora, which suits her in some indescribable way.
But if I hadn’t cut technology this week so I could focus on my girls, I might have thrown “Cotton” into the ring.
I mean – it’s the “fabric of our lives!”