Leah and I have been somewhat dismayed recently to run into so many parents who have little girls named Ava. Leah even met someone the other day who had an Ava Grace. It’s like these people were thinking the exact same thing we were three years ago, which went something like, “Ava’s a nice name. Sounds classic, pretty. And you don’t see it around much.” Oh well.
But the real kicker came this week, the day before my birthday, when an e-mail arrived from my uncle (dad’s brother). We haven’t been very good at all about keeping in touch with that side of the family, and now we come to realize the cost of that neglect. Turns out my cousin recently had a daughter he named Ava. So now not only is there another Ava in the world, there’s another Ava with the same (fairly rare in the U.S.) last name. I wonder if they’ll ever meet.