My name

The other day my husband told me, out of the blue, that he thought I had a beautiful name. It was the first time, in the 11 years I've known him, that he has said that. All of the sudden I was going back in time, tugged at a memory that surfaced. I was fifteen. Impressionable and yearning for attention. I was at camp. It was the big third year hike, overnight in the woods somewhere. The preisthood leader on the hike was the father of one of the boys I knew vaguely from a different ward. This man was reserved. He was our protection in the wilderness. I was drawn to him as a father figure, so I hiked close to him, in silence, thinking about my life and where I wanted to go. He must have appreciated that I was being quiet and not giggly and goofy like the rest of my friends. After hiking for a while he asked me what my name was. I simple said, "Julia." "I should have known you would have a special name. My wife's name is Julia." He said her name with such tenderness. I could hear how much he loved and admired this unknown woman. In that instant the desire that someday my husband would cherish my name that way was planted. This stranger to me gave me a gem to treasure through the years. Something to anticipate. And the other night, it came to be.
From one of my favorite scripture passage: Proverbs 31: 28 "Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her."