My nephew Sam turns one year old today. Since Sam is too young to really party it falls to his parents (my brother and his Mrs.), his older brother and his extended family to cut loose in his honor.
Here’s what the birthday boy looked like a few months ago. He’s mostly the same now, but bigger and with teeth.
This morning I raise my coffee cut to him and his parents because in addition to being a cute kid he and I have the same name.
If my name is Will and his name is Sam how do we have the same name?
Glad you asked, I’ll explain.
When I was born I was named William but shortly afterward people started calling me Sam. There’s a reason for it and it’s explained in detail at one of my many side projects here.
Regardless of what my official documents said I grew up being called Sam and my family still calls me that to this day.
Many years ago I said that if I ever had a son I’d name him Sam but call him William. This plan was scrapped when I decided that I wasn’t going to have any kids (too late to talk me out of it).
As you can imagine I was thrilled and honored to find out that there would be a new addition to the family and that he was going to be named Sam.
Shortly after Sam was born I went to visit my brother and his family. I met Sam and spent a few days with the family. We had a good time and I heard my brother calling is newborn son Willie. It’s good to keep tradition alive.
Happy birthday kid. See you soon.