My name is not one I would have chosen. It is my Mother’s first name as well as her Mom’s. Funny thing is when Dad met Mom she told him her name was Sandy! So they are about to say their vows when the minister asks him if he will take Eunice, he blurts out who is THAT! Guess he loved her and her name so much he bestowed it on me, with his mom’s name for my middle one. Neither fit who I think I really am but with that much love felt for names and the people who carried them before me, I grew into them.