Benjamin Brian Zufelt got his name for no more important reason than we really liked the name Benjamin. We had whittled our name list down to Nicholas and Benjamin. In the end, we chose Benjamin with one very heavy factor being that there was already a cute little Nicholas Dennison maybe 11 months older than our little guy at our church. Seemed like that would just be too confusing to have two Nicholas's. Benjamin it was and we were totally content.
Within a few short months, Nicholas moved to St. Louis. Guess it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Then another family moved into our congregation. They had a Benjamin 3 months younger than our Benjamin. So much for that plan, huh? We ended up calling them Big Ben and Little Ben. Big Ben was the younger Ben Jones who was huge and our Ben was Little Ben who dropped off the bottom of the charts for size. It was a bit amusing that they were backwards that way.
When we moved to Virginia in April/May, Ben had just turned one a few weeks before and he was finally the only one named Ben in our social circle. Then three months later a new family moved in, the Soderborgs. They were pregnant with their fourth child, but first boy. They had picked the name Benjamin years ago. So, now we have two Benjamins again and have for the last three years.
Sort of makes me laugh. I can't imagine Benjamin being Nicholas now, but we haven't met a single other Nicholas in four years.
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