Rachel from A Lasting Footprint, is celebrating her 80th blog, and she's come up with the fun idea of a blog hop about our baby(ies) name(s)
Griffin was a name that I liked from when I first heard it. My friend and I were sitting in the living room going through the big humongous list of names on one of these find a baby name websites. I was sure that hubby would veto it because he's not so into unusual names. "Living in London you can get away with that kind of thing but if we or he moved somewhere else he wouldn't get taken seriously." That was his stance on it. I see his point but I didn't think it would be a big deal. After some debate in which several other names were brought up, none of which I can recall at the moment. Griffin stuck with me.
My grandfather had been terminally ill for some time and when I was 34 weeks pregnant he was only given a month or so to live. I thought I may not get to see him again before he died. We decided to call the baby Ian after him, potentially with Griffin as a middle name. When he was born dead it just wasn't appropriate. I did see my grandfather, he was too poorly to make Griffin's funeral but he lived for several months and passed at the end of October.
Griffin seemed apt because I had always liked it and the heraldic symbolism of strength, wisdom and protection suited.