Her name is…
I’m slammed with preparations for our family vacation, but I had to write.
(By the way, our house will not be empty, and our doggie will not be lonely. A young man named Dillon will be staying here in our absence.)
At dinner tonight, Audrey started talking about her yet-to-be-born baby sister, and Martin said, “Your baby sister named Fiala?” My jaw dropped. I have been waiting for 3+ years to name a dear daughter of ours “Fiala.” That’s what I had wanted to name Audrey, though I’m happy she’s Audrey. “Fiala” is smuch too peaceful a name for crazy firecracker named Audrey. He vaguely agreed that, if we had another girl, we could name her Fiala.
So, before I got pregnant with this little girl, I said to Martin, “You know, if I get pregnant, and it’s a girl, I get to name her Fiala!” But, now that I am pregnant, and it is with a girl, much to my consternation, he’s been, “Weeelllll… I don’t know…”
It’s been hard, because it’s not like I want to twist his arm into naming our daughter a name he really detests. But, I adore that name, for lots of reasons. Admittedly, I’ve liked some unusual names that, in retrospect, I’m glad we ended up with boys and so were unable to use the name. But, this one has stood the test of time. Well, three years, anyways. I still like it. Martin, however, wasn’t convinced.
But, there at the dinner table, he pronounced, “Yes, her name is Fiala Marie.”
Now, Marie is not my most favorite name… Obviously, I like unique names. But, I said, “If you say we can name her Fiala, you can pick ANYTHING as her middle name!”
Martin said, “Marie means ‘beloved’.” And he likes that. (Well, actually, I just looked it up, and all I could find was that it means ‘bitter’. Hm.)
Fiala means ‘violet’ in Czech. It also means ‘daughter’ in Latin.