All through this pregnancy Devin has wanted to name him Boone.
I have really liked the name Graham.
Devin thought we should stick with the trapper theme for our boys: Jim Bridger and Daniel Boone. I think Boone is fine for a nickname, or to cheer on from the stands of a football stadium, but what about when he wants to get a job? Something a little more distinguished I thought. Like Graham. It is the perfect gentleman name.
Devin and I stuck with our differing opinions the whole time, and I thought he might end up Graham Boone. I didn't necessarily want my name to win, I wanted us to decide on a name together, but nothing else I could think of did I like as well.
Devin came home last week and suggested Sawyer. It was a name we could both agree on. I love it now. I think it is very fitting for our family and for him.
Coming up with a middle name seemed equally as hard as the first name. Looking to family names, I came up with a list of possibilities. I kept bouncing back and forth between several. Devin gave the weight of the decision to me. I wrote one down, then just before I gave them the birth certificate form, I crossed that name out and put Grant.
Sawyer Grant Poulton.
Finally, a name we both agree on and I love it! It's perfect.
Grant is a name that comes down through my mom's family line. Several of these ancestors have written down their history, leaving us with their faithful examples.
David Grant is three greats to me through my mom's line. He was born in Scotland and immigrated to America. He was living in Illinois when he heard the message of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and was then baptized. He entered the Salt Lake valley with President Young's company where he heard President Brigham Young say "This is the place. This is the valley... There is the lake..." He endured hardships, his first wife died in Winter Quarters when the saints were driven from their homes. He remarried twice more, his second wife also passing early. He was called on a mission to England where he served four years. Assisting a handcart company, he crossed the plains again to Salt Lake City. His daughter Eliza Grant recounts the many women she met that told her of the many times he carried them across streams. It was such a hard journey he was never able to straighten his back after. Living south of Salt Lake he worked as a farmer in the summers and as a tailor during the winter months.
My little Sawyer Grant Poulton, I hope you will grow to become as good as the men who have come before you. There are so many great examples given for you to follow, beginning with your grandparents and down through our ancestry line. I hope you grow up loving hard work as your dad does, and as firm and true in the gospel as David Grant and many others.
We love you.
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