As you’ve probably noticed, Adam and I changed up our original choice for a boy name (Elijah James) and replaced it with something new. I don’t really have a good reason why—Adam had kind of soured on the idea of Elijah and we both knew we wanted a name that we were absolutely sold on. Duh. This little guy is going to be stuck with this name his whole life through, and being given the chance to name someone is a pretty huge responsibility—not to mention an honor that we don’t take lightly.
And so after much discussion we finally settled on the name of Blake. There was no real rhyme or reason to it. I was driving to work one day and the name popped into my head. I instantly loved it, and once I got to my office I texted Adam and told him I was in love with a boy name and he wasn’t allowed to nix it right away without giving it some thought. This immediate absolutely-not response had become his knee jerk reaction in the past few weeks, and I was pretty much positive that if he hated the name I’d be crushed.
Well, he didn’t hate it. He actually really liked it.
So then I did the next big thing when choosing a baby name: I googled it for meaning. At first, I wasn’t impressed. Blake is a Scottish name that literally refers to light/blonde hair. It means “pale”. Uh, lovely. But I wasn’t to be dismayed, so I kept digging. Most names have multiple meanings when you look hard enough, and sure enough, so did this one. Finally, I stumbled across Blake’s Anglo-Saxon meaning, which (thankfully) is much more appropriate for our baby boy. Blake means "Attractive, Forgiven: Redeemed: Forgiven through Grace"
What a perfect name for our little miracle baby. Forgiven. Redeemed. A reminder of God’s grace.
Ah, much better.
Satisfied that we had found the name, we started discussing middle names. Louis was at the top of our list, because it is the middle name carried by my dad.
My dad has been my number-one fan my entire life. He’s been a best friend, a protector, and a role model for me my whole life through. He’s encouraged me to reach for my dreams, to believe in myself, and—most of all—to never forget how loved I am. We share such a special bond as father and daughter, and we are incredibly close. I have precious memories of his whispered I love you little girl and his strong arms that were always there to hold me. When Adam and I were married, he adopted my husband right into the family—immediately considering him a son and loving him in that same huge way. His excitement to be a grandpa melts my heart, and I hope that Blake’s middle name will forever remind him of what a special relationship it is that exists between a daddy and his child. I have been unequivocally blessed by the man I get the honor of calling my daddy, and that’s something that Blake and I will have in common.
Louis is also the Americanized version of my Great-Grandpa’s name, Luigi. We love that Blake will carry a little bit of both sides of the family with him as he grows. His last name is wholly Adam, and his middle name is wholly my (Italian) heritage.
Interestingly enough, Louis also means “warrior”….so if you put two and two together, we’re basically naming our son Pale Warrior Breitenstein. Catchy, huh?
In any case, we love our little boy, and we think his name is perfect.
We can’t wait to meet you, Blake Louis!!!
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