Letter Number Three

I spend hours on baby name websites. I don’t even bother to hide it anymore. I used to do it quietly, subtly hiding the screen so he couldn’t see what I was doing. I don’t bother to hide it anymore. I smile to myself when I come across a name I like, sometimes I even say it out loud, just to feel it slip across my tongue. You have to though, don’t you? Sometimes you see a name on a page and you like the way it looks, but when it drops out of your mouth it doesn’t feel right, you don’t pronounce the’r’ how you thought you should or the ‘s’ sounds like ‘sh’ and to obviously pronounce it as an ‘s’ would seem to pretentious.  Sometimes I ask him for his opinion, “What do you think of Heather?” He doesn’t need to ask me what I mean, he already knows. He can see the way my face lights up when I stumble upon a new name, one I hadn’t considered. I don’t even bother to hide it anymore.

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