I’ve looked at all these comments about people who hate certain spellings,
pronunciations, and strategic placings, and I just don’t know what to think. When my wife and I had our first daughter, I was lucky enough to name her after a word I fell in love with from middle school. Terra was the word, but I chose not to go with the spelling, and “Tara” didn’t appeal to me. I choose Taira, and my wife chose Rose for her middle name. “A flower of the earth.”
My second daughter, blessed be, was a bit tougher. Many months went by, and finally, at Thanksgiving dinner, my mother suggested a name from Pippi Longstocking. With a few changes, we came up with Onika Marie. …It’s what special about these names that keep them alive. Would we ever think about changing their names? Not in a heartbeat. That’ll be their decision in the future. We’re just a guiding light.

“A flower of the earth.” As opposed to those flowers that grow out in space. God, I hate Wiccans sometimes.

Oh yeah, and special names keep the kids alive, apparently.