Once Ethan and I had finally gotten our minds around the shocking yet exciting reality that we had twins, he climbed into the double bed beside me. The babies were nestled between us, warm and tiny, cocooned in the middle of the bed like our very own heartbeats personified. We lay there, not saying much at first, just marveling at them. Eventually, we started talking quietly about names.

Even though naming them was important, and we both knew that, Ethan could clearly see how utterly ...