Your Almost Name #438

During the holidays, mainly Christmas my family and I always end up sitting around and looking through the extremely embarrassing baby photo albums of my brother and I.  We always eventually start talking about my brother's and mine almost names. He was almost a Stephanie (if he was a girl of course) and, I was almost a Zoey or Sarah.  Which I find to be the one of the weirdest thoughts ever.  I couldn't picture my name being anything but Paige, and I certainly couldn't picture my older sibling being named anything but Christopher.  For my brother, the name Christopher was the only thing they considered, my parents were always so sure of his name.  Unless he was a girl, then he would be Stephanie.  My parents had his name figured out, it was simple.  For me they threw around several different names, until my now late grandmother suggested the name "Paige".  My parents instantly fell in love with it and it was set, I was going to be Paige.  I love my name and would never change it for anything. My name has a little more significance to me,  I think ever since my grandmother passed my name has meant more.  It helps me remember her everyday. Even though she's gone, she still appears every time this topic of conversation comes up.  The main feeling I have when my family and I discuss this is just a very strange feeling.  I hate thinking that my name could've been different, because I believe that I would have a completely different personality.  I guess that a person is who they are no matter what their name is, but I couldn't imagine going through life being called Zoey, or Sarah.  For me names are very important, they bring you back to your family and show the world who you are.  I am 100% a Paige, nothing else.  Not that I would ever want to be anything but a Paige.