"What are you going to name him?" the birth mom asked us Saturday...literally hours after meeting her.
Ryan and I looked at each other.
We had a few names in the back of our minds but we weren't sure. Twice we had dreamed of baby names and now we actually had the opportunity to name a baby - our baby!
I went to the nurses station and they gave me a couple baby books, one of which was titled "Baby Naming for Dummies" and one titled "100,000 baby names."
Are you kidding me? 100,000 baby names?
I was so overhwlemed by this task....not to mention I could hardly comprehend the events of the day were actually occurring.
Ryan and I made a list of names. I crossed lots of them out. We talked. Sounded them out. Wondered how they would work with our last name - May.
We wanted a name with meaning.
When we got home from the hospital Saturday night we looked up 1 Samuel in my bible. You can read the first chapter here.
The story of Hannah has been incredibly impactful in my life the past two years.
Saturday night the verse that jumped out to me was 1 Samuel 1:20: So in the course of time Hannah conceived and gave birth to a son. She named him Samuel, saying, "Because I asked the Lord for him."
There was no question what his name should be.
Ryan and I felt very strongly that his name should be Samuel Lee (Lee is his birth mom's middle name).
In Hebrew the meaning of the name Samuel is: asked of God; heard by God.
We prayed. We wept. We hurt. We questioned. We doubted.
Verse 27 says: "I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him."
We asked. God heard.