Over the years I have often thought that I wanted a name that sounded Spanish. Something like Gabriella, Arabella, or Bianca. I don’t really know why other than those types of names evoke images of beautiful, dark headed women with roses in their hair dancing in a field of flowers and in walks the tall dark haired stranger who rode into town on a horse and he had a rose in his mouth and he walks up to her and they start dancing to Bryan Adam’s version of “To love a woman” and he picks her up and puts her on his horse and they ride into the sunset…huh? Oh, sorry. I must have been dreaming.
Like I was saying, I’ve always been fascinated by Spanish names. And it’s not just the thoughts they evoke. It’s the way you pronounce them. The way your lips have to pout to produce those wispy sultry sounds. Say it with me, Paco, Edmundo, Julio. See what I mean?
Recently my name crush has turned to the world of auto racing. Nascar to be exact. And his name…Juan Pablo Montoya. Man I love that name. I love saying it. I love hearing it. I love reading it. It’s just beautiful. You can say it like Johnny Depp'scharacter in Don Juan Demarco, or like Michael Buffer announces a boxer before a title match. You can even say it under water and its still cool.
So when Rocky and I started throwing around potential names for a boy, it was the first name I thought of. When people ask us what names we’re thinking about, he tells them about Juan Pablo. And you’re probably wondering right about now what pipe did I hit my head on and am I really considering naming our child Juan Pablo Montoya. Well, the answer is NO. Absolutely not. It’s not even in the top 10. But then again, the only cravings I’ve had so far have been nachos, quesadillas, and taquitos. So who knows, maybe, just maybe, the kid’s trying to tell me something. Just maybe he really does want to be called…Juan Pablo Montoya Heglar!
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