It’s been almost seven years now since my wife and I faced the big decision: what to name our new baby.
Our first son — soon to be 11 years old — was a fairly easy one. Every eldest male in my family (going back at least five generations) has had the first name “James.” (I happen to be James Michael. Until 12 I went by “Jimmy,” but when my family moved to a
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