: one that has the same name as another; especially : one who is named after another or for whom another is named
Do you wonder why we chose the name Angelyn?
No, it was not the fruit of our own creative genius. But that's not too far off. It originated with my parents. Or, if my distant memory serves me accurately enough, I recall my brother Mike making the original suggestion. But I was only 4 or 5 at the time so there could be several versions of how the name really came about. The point being, here she is. My sister...
Angelyn Richards Foster
holding our sweet little one.
Of course, she goes by Angie now, and has done for as long as I can remember.
Let's see...how do I do this without embarrassing her too much? Simply stated, I love the girl. Her most defining characteristic is a heightened sense of awareness of the feelings of others. This among many other admirable qualities. I could drone on and on about how we talk several times a week and how she is one of few souls by whom I feel truly understood. But, I won't.
This photo is all about having sisters. I love it.
Fast forward to last Summer. Weston and I are in the midst of that hopeless search for a baby name we both like. During one of several brainstorming sessions, he suggests the name Angelyn. Suddenly in my mind all others are excluded. It is somewhat unique without being too bizarre, it is really, really pretty, and as far as namesake goes, we both felt we couldn't ask for better.
Of course there were some "ifs" about it. One question being how Angie would feel about it. This was second only to the quandary about whether it would be too similar to Annelise. In time, both obstacles were surmounted. So, we may have invited trouble by having two daughters whose names start with the same syllable, but I really don't care. And just for the record, both names were chosen for their beauty and any similarity between them is purely co-incidental.
Angie, thanks for letting us use your name, and for the person that you are. I have been blessed with many, many wonderful friends. But, as Jordana would say, You're my Bestie.
No, it was not the fruit of our own creative genius. But that's not too far off. It originated with my parents. Or, if my distant memory serves me accurately enough, I recall my brother Mike making the original suggestion. But I was only 4 or 5 at the time so there could be several versions of how the name really came about. The point being, here she is. My sister...
Now, you may think this looks like your normal, average, large-mormon-family baby blessing photo. And I suppose you are right. But you must know that this is the first normal, average, large-mormon-family baby blessing photo we have ever taken. This thanks to our move back to Utah in 2009. Our poor other 3 children have had to settle for blessing guests approximately 1/5 in number. (Though no less precious).
A few of the Colorado contingent succeeded in slipping out before picture time, but the folks in the photo above also made the long winter trek. We had a great time spent with the Ricktensens this weekend.
