It is a beautiful seventy five degrees as I outside in my backyard on my white lawn chair.
The sun is shining. The sky is blue and cloudless.
It is a pure day outside.
"PURE!" I suddenly think to myself.
You see, I am about to become a father.
I have a daughter on the way.
She is expected to come into this world in less than a week.
I've been postponing the decision of naming her because I don't want to make a decision that I will regret down the road.
When I chose the name for my daughter, I want to make absolutely sure that I get it right.
The naming of one's child(ren) is a very serious right and responsibility of any father.
It was okay to wait on the decision.
Picking a name just to pick a name and get the decision over with would have been folly.
But, now that my daughter's time to arrive in this world is closing in, it has become more urgent that I choose a name for her.
Pure, that's what I would want my daughter to be. A pure person. A person pure of heart, soul, mind, and character.
But I don't like the idea of naming my daughter Pure. Pure would be an odd and awkward name, at least to me anyway.
What to do? Think of a name that means pure of course.
And then it comes to me.
Katie.
Katie means pure.
I shall name my daughter Katie. She shall be called Katie Bell.
I shall give my daughter the name of Katie, a name that means pure, in the hope that she will grow into a pure person. Pure of mind, heart, soul, and character.
Katie Bell, I can't wait to hold you.