I used to hate the name Raymond.
Hate, as in hate hate hate. Maybe it was that creepy kid Raymond from 8th grade. Maybe it was….oh, who knows.
The point is, if I’d made a list of all 50,000 names on Nameberry in order of how much I liked them, Raymond, would have been down there at number 49,999.
And then, something happened, something equally mysterious. I began to like Raymond. Then even to love it.