Leo Jonathan

We had our boy name picked out for months-and potential middle names picked out for several months as well.

But something about our options just didn’t feel like enough. They didn’t feel quite right and, leading up to his birth, I spent weeks trying to come up with something different.

So the night I went into labor with our second baby boy, I sat in bed and amidst contractions, it hit me: Jonathan.

Now-I’ve never had any desire to name our kids after us. I’ve always felt like that would just make paperwork complicated someday. 🤷🏼‍♀️

But the thought of our son’s middle name being Jonathan warmed my heart. Just as fast as the thought had come to me, I was negotiating with my husband to let me choose the middle name, no questions asked. And here’s why:

In these first few weeks home with a newborn, my husband has been best friend, playmate, chef, potty time coordinator, dishwasher, trash handler, heavy lifter, errand runner, grocery shopper, you name it’s-he’s done it all.

On top of that, he’s comforted me as often as I’ve needed while the postpartum hormones balance out and he’s never once questioned the logic behind my tears-he just answers the call when I need him.

He’s spent late nights staying up with a fussy baby just to get me some rest.

And tomorrow, he will go back to work and come home exhausted-but he will still be the same hardworking, loving, selfless man he always is.

He’s the kind of man I’d love for my boys to be one day-the kind of husband and father I long to see my children become.

He’s a team player, a devoted partner, a loving father. He’s the kind of man I want my child to be named after because I’m confident that few husbands and dads are as devoted as our guy.

We are so incredibly blessed by his presence in our family, and I cannot wait for the day Leo asks me about his name, and I get to point out all of the ways his father serves our family-all of the ways his father is an admirable man.

Welcome to the world, Leo Jonathan, you are destined for greatness. 💕

To My Son

To my son:

“My sweet baby boy, your World is about to change. Someday very soon, Mommy and Daddy are going to be gone for a couple of days and this time when we arrive back home, it will not be with Mickey themed toys in hand. No, this time the souvenir from our time away will be much different.

We’ve been talking about this for months and you’ve watched my belly grow. You’ve hugged it, kissed it, slapped it a few times…

You’ve called it “baby”.

You moved bedrooms, you learned to use the potty, help organize baby items and setup the nursery. You’ve enjoyed countless pregnancy cravings with me. You let me take naps on the couch, you snuggled me through emotional hormone changes-you’ve constantly reminded me that being Mom is my greatest blessing in life.

I am confident that there are a few wonderful things that I can help provide for you, those being:

1-A love for God

2-A happy home and family

3-…and a best friend to share it all with.

Luca, I know from experience that a sibling is one of life’s greatest blessings. I know you’re going to love this baby, grow with this baby, and someday thank God just to know this baby.

I am so completely confident that giving you a sibling is what is best for you.

All my love,


…But selfishly, I’m a little sad.

Don’t get me wrong. I cannot WAIT to meet this sweet baby, and I know I will love him/her as immensely as I love my husband and son.

But I cannot help but feel the chapter ending as my due date draws near.

The chapter of one on one snuggles with the boy that made me mom-the adventures we’ve shared-the laughs-the tears-the illnesses-the frustrations-the hugs-the goodnight kisses-the magical moments when we catch each other’s eyes.

Is this all going to come to an end?

Will my arms have room to hold the fragile newborn and rowdy toddler at the same time?

Will my schedule have room?

Will my “patience” have room?

Will my heart have room?

And it just makes me wonder..

Did I hug him enough?

Did I soak in every moment as best as I could?

Look. I KNOW I’m going to be over-the-moon filled-with-joy to have both of these sweet kids in my life. I know it’s all going to be ok and this isn’t the end of my relationship with my son. I KNOW this is the end of a chapter but the beginning of a new and somehow even greater era of our lives.

I can’t help but feel like this is probably a common emotion for parents about to add to the family. It is bittersweet. At least until that moment when my son and his new sibling meet, then I have a feeling I’ll be a bucket of happy tears.