We had been bouncing back and forth between a few names and thought we would have awhile to decide. That changed pretty quickly, but we have a great story now.
The doctors had just whisked him away down to the NICU after letting me see him for a quick few seconds. Stacy was still undergoing surgery. Pacing nervously, I walked over to one of the windows and just started staring out at the sky. If anyone remembers, it was very cloudy on Thanksgiving. But in that moment as I looked out, just minutes after he was born, the clouds broke open and the sun started to shine through. It was a very powerful moment, one where you can almost feel God, and immediately I knew that his name would have to be Luke which means "bringer of light". We had talked about this name early on and said we would name him Lucas and call him "Luke". "Alexander", for his middle name, was just a name that we liked and means "great leader".
The funny part was, when I finally got to see Stacy after the surgery and started to tell her the story of what took place by the window, she told me that she had been telling the people in the operating room before she went under that his name was Owen (the other name we had been thinking of giving him), because she didn't want him to be without a name in case something happened. So the debate continued, but not for too much longer. Stacy wanted to be able to see him in person before deciding officially on a name and once we saw him together, we agreed that Luke was a strong boy and needed a strong name to match.
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