Oliver and Nuggets
Now, this is interesting. Let me start from the beginning. When I was little, my mom and I went to see Oliver and Company
. After walking out of the theater, on our way to the parking lot, we approached a pet shop (this is back in the day when movie theaters and pet shops were located in malls). On a whim -and definitely not planning on taking anyone home with us- when went into the shop. I oohed and ahhed over the kittens, but none of them really spoke to me.
In a moment of what I like to think of as inspired action, my mom asked the clerk if there were any more kittens in back. Surprisingly, he said, "Well, there's this one, but he's too old to be sold as a kitten, so he's heading to the Humane Society tomorrow" or something like that. "Well, let's see him" my mom said.
It must have been love at first sight, because although we hadn't planned on bringing an addition to our family home that day, we did. It was only fitting that we named him Oliver.
Oliver gave me many, many happy years. He was an amazing friend, so sweet and good-natured. He was even eventually an older brother to Nuggets the Cat. If I remember correctly, he lived 19 years, having only recently passed away several years ago (I'm only 26).
Anyway, ever since the day he left, I always had this idea, as funny as it may sound to some of you, to name my first born son Oliver after him, with the intention that Oliver's sweet spirit could live on (not in a creepy way, of course, just in a "family name" sort of way).
Josh fully agrees with this, and although we are not planning on having children any time soon, we have hammered out an iron-clad boys name for our eventual son: Oliver Robert. The Oliver, of course for my beloved cat, and Robert after my late father, and a tip of the hat to Josh's heritage (Josh's middle name is Robert, as is his father's middle name, and his father's father's middle name, and so on). We love this name, and we've had it in place since the very first time we talked about baby names.
With that being said... I've started to find that the name "Oliver" appears to me everywhere I look. On vacation recently, the first day I really noticed how much I saw the name, I saw it 8 different times in Eureka Springs! It startled me. I though, isn't that odd?
I have decided that it's either the universe's way of telling me my future son is on his way (even if it takes a long while!) or perhaps, it is my old friend Oliver saying hello!
Funny, isn't it?
. After walking out of the theater, on our way to the parking lot, we approached a pet shop (this is back in the day when movie theaters and pet shops were located in malls). On a whim -and definitely not planning on taking anyone home with us- when went into the shop. I oohed and ahhed over the kittens, but none of them really spoke to me. In a moment of what I like to think of as inspired action, my mom asked the clerk if there were any more kittens in back. Surprisingly, he said, "Well, there's this one, but he's too old to be sold as a kitten, so he's heading to the Humane Society tomorrow" or something like that. "Well, let's see him" my mom said.
It must have been love at first sight, because although we hadn't planned on bringing an addition to our family home that day, we did. It was only fitting that we named him Oliver.
Oliver gave me many, many happy years. He was an amazing friend, so sweet and good-natured. He was even eventually an older brother to Nuggets the Cat. If I remember correctly, he lived 19 years, having only recently passed away several years ago (I'm only 26).
Anyway, ever since the day he left, I always had this idea, as funny as it may sound to some of you, to name my first born son Oliver after him, with the intention that Oliver's sweet spirit could live on (not in a creepy way, of course, just in a "family name" sort of way).
Josh fully agrees with this, and although we are not planning on having children any time soon, we have hammered out an iron-clad boys name for our eventual son: Oliver Robert. The Oliver, of course for my beloved cat, and Robert after my late father, and a tip of the hat to Josh's heritage (Josh's middle name is Robert, as is his father's middle name, and his father's father's middle name, and so on). We love this name, and we've had it in place since the very first time we talked about baby names.
With that being said... I've started to find that the name "Oliver" appears to me everywhere I look. On vacation recently, the first day I really noticed how much I saw the name, I saw it 8 different times in Eureka Springs! It startled me. I though, isn't that odd?
I have decided that it's either the universe's way of telling me my future son is on his way (even if it takes a long while!) or perhaps, it is my old friend Oliver saying hello!
Funny, isn't it?
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