On [name_u]July[/name_u] 28, our beautiful little girl, [name_f]Rosalie[/name_f] “[name_f]Rosie[/name_f]” [name_f]Josephine[/name_f], was born. Her super-proud big brother is [name_m]Desmond[/name_m] (known most of the time as “[name_u]Desi[/name_u].”).
We chose [name_f]Rosalie[/name_f]'s name for many reasons: [name_f]Rose[/name_f] was my paternal grandmother’s middle name; it reads [name_m]French[/name_m], as does my name and the name of my mother-in-law; and what nickname is cuter than “[name_f]Rosie[/name_f]”? [name_f]Josephine[/name_f] is the more formal name of my own mother’s middle name, which is [name_u]Jo[/name_u].
We had debated about all kinds of names before her birth, but now that she’s here, she could only be our sweet little [name_f]Rosalie[/name_f].
