Caedmon.

The story behind the name "Caedmon" (as told by my sister, Sam... she did such a good job paraphrasing the folktale, that I've simply reposted here)...

In 7th century Northumbria (modern day Northern England and Southeast Scotland), there lived a quiet man named Caedmon who cared for the animals at the monastery Streonaeshalch. He didn't know much about music, so when the monks would play instruments and sing, he'd shamefully leave the festivities to just be alone with the animals and go to sleep early.

Gaelic legends say that the Lord came to him in a dream and asked him to sing. At first, he refused because of his lack of knowledge and insecurity. But he eventually obeyed, and music came out! When he awoke, he remembered the words and tune he sang and wrote down the song that God put on his heart.

He went on to pen many more songs and poems with his newfound boldness. English writers of sacred verse tried to imitate Caedmon for centuries, but none managed to parallel his words' descriptive beauty.

Wayne and I also hope and pray that our Caedmon will grow up to know and listen to the Lord and His calling.  Welcome to the world, little guy!