On Monday, October 17, we welcomed June Audrey Dymski into the world. She brought June Days back to October, arriving at the beginning of the week where the temperatures have been in the eighties. We could not be more thankful or in love. There’s a joy we never new in the banal activities of life: burping, swaddling, sleeping and eating, that remind us again how fearfully and wonderfully made this darling girl is; how perfectly crafted and stitched together.
One day she will ask us, I’m sure, why we named her June Audrey. Audrey was easy. Andrew and I decided a while back that all the middle names of our children will be family names. Audrey is the name of my grandmother. My sister Amy and I have had our eyes on this name for a long time, deciding who would get it as a middle name and who would get it as a first. Audrey means noble strength, and we named her for one of the strongest women I know, lovely inside and out. At the age of eighty, we can look at my grandmother’s life and see that it has been and still is one filled with love and laughter—that here is a woman who can say without a shred of doubt that she has been very well loved and has loved well in return. This is our prayer for our daughter—that she will know and walk in this kind of love.
I know though, that she will also ask us why we named her June. And this is what we will say: