He has a name, although we speak it in rations--as if it will wear out before he's here.
I know that's not true, though. I will whisper it will comforting his newborn-ness, yell it out the window to discipline his boy-ness, and speak it will honor when telling friends of his adult accolades.
Asher, from the Hebrew tribe of Asher, meaning "blessed" and "happy"--because we are already blessed to have the promise of him, the cherry on top of our family. He is our Ephesians 3:20--the more that we can ask or imagine from our Father. We asked for just one child, and he gave us our Ava, our "bearer of His good news." And now our cup overflows with a second.
Jude is for the humble apostle, who does not even mention his possible brotherhood with Jesus in his very short letter. His name also comes from The Beatles' song, which Ava has sung over and over these past (almost 8 now) gestating months. She's been singing his song, even before he is here. How the Father does the same with us (Zeph 3:17) when He quiets us with his love. I cannot wait to hear Ava sing it to him in person.
My dreams are that he would be an adventurer for his faith, a lover of people, and one who would bestow blessings and happiness in the humility of Christ.
I can't wait to meet him.
My Asher Jude.