Boy One

Logan was given many things not long after he was born. A hand made quilt to look at, a sheep skin to lay on, a fancy bed to sleep on and a nurse to watch over him 24/7 to name a few. One thing that he was not given was a name. As you can imagine hospitals are big on names. I am pretty sure that every nurse and doctor that I met that fateful night in November asked me what his name was. "I don't know," I would have to say over and over. The next day I was asked by every new person that I met. "We haven't picked one," was my repeated response. I felt a little inadequate as a father for many reasons and not having a name for my new boy was one of those reasons.
The hospital had to do something to identify our little dude so in the place of our baby's name it read "Diana Michel Baby Boy One". Once things are entered into the system there is no going back, so for the next 93 days Logan was known as Boy One. Eventually a very kind nurse put a note in the system to show that our guy did indeed have a name.
I believe around the beginning of November Diana was continually pestering me to come up with a list of names for a future son. Everyday she had a new name or three that she would ask me about. I tried with all that I could muster to politely brush her off until finally I broke down and said "He isn't due for like 4 months so you can talk to me about names at the beginning of February". This only held off Diana for a day or so and then the pestering came back full force. So I did what I do best, I came up with a list of outlandish names to keep her off my back. I am sure she threw a little fit, to my enjoyment and then began to refine her list while I wasn't around. In hind sight I decided it might be a good idea to nail down a name for your new child well in advance of the due date.  
The first couple of days of Logan's life we spent at his bed side watching and praying and praying and watching. For the first time in many days I'm sure Diana wasn't thinking about names. But the time quickly came for us to give our precious little baby a name. I vetoed every name Diana suggested, and she double vetoed every name that I thought up. I scoured the Internet searching out names with meaning like strength, powerful and the like. When we finally did decide on a name it still took us a day or so to actually acknowledge the fact. I am not really sure what we were scared about but it was a difficult task to actually name Logan.
I remember the fear I had when I first told the nurse the name we had chosen. And then it felt really good to say it out loud. My boy, who had been given so much from strangers and people we will never meet had something from me that he would carry for the rest of his life. Logan Wallace Michel you are mine forever and always, so hopefully we can forget about the first few days when you didn't have a name and focus on the amazing ones to come.