I've been pretty obsessed with names since I was little. I was that twelve year old girl checking out the baby name book from the library because I was making lists of names that I liked for two very distinct purposes. First off, I love lists, so of course I needed a list of names I liked. Secondly, I need names for the characters in my numerous stories.
Despite my numerous lists of names none of my children's names were on those lists. I take that back. They were on the lists of names I liked, they just weren't in the top ten. As I discuss this please don't get offended if your child is named a name that I say I don't like. It's not that I don't like the name, I just knew it wasn't the name God intended for my child. I think names are so important and it is amazing to me to think that God knew my name long before my parents chose it for me and that the same goes for my children. God knew their names long before I had decided what they would be.
Zahara was originally going to be Sienna. Then we saw the name Sienna on a tabloid and it also means "reddish brown" which didn't really move me. While we stood in line at Wal-mart debating the name Sienna we saw the name Zahara on the same tabloid. Yes, it is the name of Angelina Jolie's little girl. We resigned ourselves to the fact that our daughter's name was a semi-famous one and from that point on she was Zahara. We thought we would name her Zahara Grace, but at the last minute changed it. It still starts with a G, but it isn't Grace. Fun fact: for her second birthday my grandmother still put Zahara Grace on the cake. LOL. Zahara is Arabic/Swahili for white-skinned/flower-like, brightness. My mom was a missionary in Ethiopia when she found out she was pregnant with me so I liked the Swahili reference and we liked the flower and brightness reference.
Roman's story is a little more interesting. Paul is a die-hard Italian. His family is actually more German, but that's besides the point. Anyways, he liked the name Guido. Guido...I really couldn't wrap my mind around a baby named Guido. I pointed out that while Paul and I have dark hair, we both have little brothers who have blonde hair and light eyes. What if this baby ended up like that? So, I kind of refused to name him Guido. Instead we narrowed it down to the names Duke and Roman. Since our best friends' dog was named Duke, Roman won out. I liked the name Gabriel, but that got blown out of the water faster than you can say, "Battleship." Later we got a cat named Guido and and black lab named Gabe. It's all about compromise. We went super-deep with Roman--it means citizen of Rome.