Ethan
Daughters, I want to tell you about when I thought I'd have a son. It was long ago... so very long ago... I was dating someone I thought I might someday marry, and we would often talk about the kids we would someday have. And I unilaterally decided we would have a son, and his name would be Ethan. And I was quite sure of it. Perhaps as sure as I was that I would someday marry that boyfriend I adored and loved. The boy with the warm and honest smile. The boy with whom I laughed and danced. The handsome boy I talked with on the phone all hours of the night. And every once in a while I still smile when I think of that would-be son, Ethan, because it reminds me of a great love, and because his name was significant and well-thought out. Someday I will tell you how I derived at that name, Ethan. If I told it to the world now they would see deep into my heart, and maybe that's a place I only want to tell you girls about. But I can tell you and the world now that...