Finley Sawyer

The decision making process was difficult. Choosing the name of our baby seemed like one of the most important choices we would ever make! A name is such a permanent thing. It's a first impression. It can be a defining association of your personality. This was something we did not take lightly! There were many (sometimes heated) discussions over it. We were so sure it would be a boy, that we didn't concentrate too much on our girl list!
Finley had been on my list for a while and it was slowly working its way to the top of my heart. I'm not even sure where I first heard the name Finley. It seemed so unique and strong and southern. Matt was stuck on Cohen, a name I also really liked but did not have as strong of a connection to for whatever reason. Perhaps it was the fact that everyone kept asking if I was naming my baby after Conan O-brien (ummm, no).
For months we were at a standstill. Finley vs. Cohen.
One day I was sitting there daydreaming about the baby and started to consider different middle names. I wanted something family related. Then it hit me. Sawyer! Finley Sawyer. It had a nice ring to it. Sawyer was the name of my baby brother who passed away after just a short 6 months in 1995. I loved the idea of keeping his memory and namesake alive. My mom had chosen the name for my brother with the connection to my Paw-paw who's occupation was a sawyer at a saw mill. The family connections had me sold.
Now to convince Matt.
To do so, I simply kept referring to the baby as Finley until it eventually grew on Matt too. Now, it's settled and we couldn't be happier.  Although, Matt says I have to let him pick out the name for our 2nd. Ha! We'll see.

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