Even though I was named after my mom's mom, Helen, I have never like my first name. Sorry Grandma Helen that I never met.
Growing up, to me, Helen seemed like an old lady's name. There was only one other Helen all through school and she was a bit weird.

My middle name is Kay and I always wanted my first name to be that. Oh well.

My children are Caleb and Rachael. My son was the first born. I wanted to name him Evan. My husband liked Caleb. Up until the day I was induced for failure to go into labor we had not picked out a name. I had general anesthesia because I had a c-section and back in the day that was what they had to offer. So I was completely out of it for almost the first day after he was born and my baby boy became Caleb Evan, and now I would not change it for the world. He is 24, married and still my sweet boy!

Rachael was a name we both liked. My ex wanted to be able to call her Rock for a nickname. She is 22 years old now and he still calls her "Rock" sometimes. When Rachael was a baby she had a full head of black hair and my husband (ex now) used to stand her hair up and call her his "punk rock girl". Still makes me smile after all these years.

So that's my story.....