|That's either strabismus or nystagmus making it appear as strabismus.|
Our social worker called to say we got PA on Wednesday. So I can show you her picture (but not tell you her Chinese name nor date of birth). But I can tell you the name we will give her…
Anika Claire. (This is how you pronounce Anika, though we plan to call her Ani, like Ani DiFranco.)
And yes, of course there’s a story that goes with the name.
It was spring 2011 when Kris and I began to
“We always meant to use my mom’s middle name,” I mused. “Mom was the youngest. If we adopted again...”
Stop it, I said to myself. Stop thinking about it.
But I couldn’t.
“Cash and Ben are both one syllable names. Zoe is two. I’d want whatever we call the next one to be two syllables.”
STOP IT, LAURA.
“It would be cute if her name started with an A because then we’d go from A to Z.”
I remembered the time Kris and I were walking around the Food World in Rainbow City (when he and I started dating, I lived at Sutton Bridge Apartments). We passed a soft drink display that got us talking of names (long story) and I told him that if I ever had a son, I wanted to name him Bentley. To pass along the name since I’m an only child.
Kris told me he liked the names Atticus and Anika.
Anika Claire. Call her Ani. (We do so love us some Ani DiFranco.)
Our agency expects we’ll get our LOA soon and anticipates we’ll travel about three months after that. So… spring in Beijing? That sounds nice.
She’ll still be one.