A Name with a Story

Where did your name come from?

Sometimes, the most beautiful stories are hidden in plain sight—or, in this case, in a name. We often think of names as just a label, something to distinguish us from others. But for me, my name is a tribute to my beginning.

My parents named me after the hospital where I was born. It’s not a common tradition, and I’ve had to explain it more than once, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My name is a constant, gentle reminder of my first moments in the world and the place that welcomed me.

Every time I hear my name, it’s not just a word; it’s a chapter of my life’s story. It’s a connection to the first people who held me, the first sounds I heard, and the first place I ever called home. It’s a wonderful way to carry a piece of my personal history with me every single day.