The above graphic is not a new advertising campaign for my blog! I’m merely testing fonts for a new header. As I was testing them, though, I thought about how ashamed I once was of my name. As a child, I really hated telling people my name…Margaret. That’s really not a child’s name, is it? Incidentally, I met a girl at the veterinarian office today, a cute redheaded, freckled child of about 10 or 11, whose name is Margaret. These days, I don't hate my name.
Margaret means pearl…I’ve mentioned that before… I am a gem, a treasure, a precious thing; the word “pearl” has become a metaphor for something very rare, fine, admirable, and valuable.
You are a pearl! A gem indeed!! Betty means God's promise (derivative of Elizabeth, though I am not an Elizabeth, I'm a Betty, no nicknames here LOL though people wonder if Betty is a nickname for Elizabeth). The jury is still out if I like my name.....but after 54 years......I guess I've grown accustomed to it. I could have been Donna Jean (I'm Betty Jean). Mom liked Donna Jean, Dad didn't. They compromised on Betty Jean. How funny life is. MIL's favorite sister's name was Betty Jean.....
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indeed...you are a true gem...absolutely priceless!! :)
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