We always spend time as a family coming up with names. This time, none could be agreed upon. We had several ideas for the first name, but nothing seemed like IT. The middle name was set all along. William wanted to name the baby Rupert after a favorite character in the Millie Keith books. I told him we weren't naming him Rupert and he smiled his ornery smile and said, "Well, I can still CALL him Rupert."
"No," I said. "You'll need to call the baby by his name."
He thought about that for a moment. "Hmmm...Well, maybe I'll just call him Ru."
I'm not typically big on nicknames. But one night after William passed into glory, we were sitting around the table, talking about the upcoming birth. Michael asked if we were going to have a nickname. I don't know why, knowing that I'm usually pretty adamant about calling them by their given name. "Andy?" he said..."Drew?" Someone said, "Ru." Yes, that's it. Little Ru, you were so loved by your big brother. He looked forward to your birth. Everyday he would pat my tummy and ask how many more days. He would put his head on my tummy and listen for you. He would wait patiently with his hand on my tummy, hoping to feel you move. How he longed to hold you. He always LOVED holding the baby. He would do it for as long as he could get away with it. And he was always so gentle. He loved you dearly and looked forward to your coming with great anticipation. He was so proud to be your big brother! Though you will never know him this side of heaven, may you ALWAYS feel his love... "Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God." 1 John 4:7