Our son, Nate, was almost “Amos”.

He was almost, and this is kind of interesting, “Amos Lee Rorvig”….back when Jenny wasn’t thinking about Amos Lee or anything.

We just pulled that name out of the ether.

He was almost “Amos”…until his older sister said that they’d call him “Anus” at school…and we settled on Nathaniel instead.

Man.

That was a close call.

Amos Lee is pretty great at singing songs, though.

That would have been a good name….but I can’t imagine Nate being anything other than Nate.

He’s full-on Nate to me.

All the time….24/7.

Rock solid “Nate”.