Funny little coincidence yesterday.
I brought home a new bird, a buddy for my current parakeet. I was watching the two birds get acquainted and thinking of what I should name the new guy. I have a tendency to think out loud--or talk to myself, if you like that better--and lately I've been directing my babble towards my son. He seems to like being included in my conversations, even though he can't join in or even understand what I'm saying. And I feel a little better having a visible person to talk to, instead of just answering the voices in my head all the time.
Anyway, as I'm tossing names out there, I came up with Raine. I said, "How about Raine? I like
that name."
I wasn't even looking at my son as I said this; I was holding him on my left hip, and looking at the birdcage.
Now, I'm sure it must be complete coincidence, but what happened next was too sweet to ignore. My son reached up, put his little hands on either side of my face, and gave me a great big baby kiss. It was quite deliberate, and I felt like he was letting me know that
he liked that name, too.
Needless to say, coincide or not, the bird's name is Raine now.