I was really unsettled about not having a name for him, especially as we neared the point in my pregnancy where we lost Ireland. I needed a name for him, especially if something terrible happened again, he needed a name. I think I had posted on my facebook that we were just going to call him “No Name Hanson” and shortly after I posted that, a good friend of mine called me.
She said, “Jess, I don’t know what you’ll think of this, but I really think you should name this baby Potter. You know, like your blogs name. So someday when you are telling him, his story, and why he is such an important piece of your family you will be able to give him a name that reflects the huge hole that Ireland left, and the bright hope that his arrival brought to you and your family.”
I was floored, the name for him should have been obvious, but it wasn’t. I don’t know why it wasn’t plain as day what he should be called….but when I went upstairs that night, and told Kevin what I wanted to name him, he looked at me and said, “You’re right, that is his name, it always was right there wasn’t it.”
We have had some mixed reviews on his name, but when I look at his sweet face, I know that he is most definitely a Potter. He was in God’s plan for our family since before he was even a thought in our heads. He was hand picked for our arms, and a healing salve for the hurts we have faced.
“1 This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD: 2 ‘Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message.’ 3 So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. 4 But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.”
|Potter Joseph Hanson
6 pounds 7 ounces, 19 inches