So a little back story to help you understand why I’m sitting here bawling 😅

My dad passed away almost 3 years ago. He was my best friend in the entire world & it absolutely crushed me when he died. January 9 will be 3 years & his passing still hurts just as bad as it did the day we lost him.

3 months after my dad passing away, I fell pregnant with my daughter. She was born 11 days overdue on January 8. All the family said she was late because dad wanted to distract me from the 1 year ‘anniversary’ of him passing away.

I’m currently due with baby #2 on April 23. It’s a boy. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I knew he was a boy & my husband & I knew exactly what we we’re naming him... Levi, after my dad.

Well tonight I got curious & decided to look up the name meaning of Levi.

“Joined, attached”.

Not only is Levi my dads name, but it’s also my half-brothers name, my grandfathers middle name & my great-grandfathers name.

My son is joined or attached to my dad (& other family members) not only by my dad being his grandfather, but by his name.

Maybe it’s just the hormones but this made me so emotional. If this doesn’t validate that we picked the perfect name for him then I don’t know what will...

❤️