Useless announcement: I wish my first name was Blair.
It’s my middle name, and my grandma’s maiden name. Of all 50-something of the Blair grandkids and great grandkids, I’m one of the only few who still have the name. If I have only boys, I will continue to have children until I have a daughter. So I can name her Blair.
I will say: I do love my name. Brenna Blair. It’s a good one.
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