The Light We Named Neriah

Choosing a name for our daughter was never just about picking something that sounded nice—it was about finding something that carried meaning, something that felt like it belonged to her even before she was born.

We spent weeks searching, for names,
writing them down, saying them out loud, imagining how they might sound whispered in the quiet of bedtime or called out in joy. But nothing felt quite
right.

Then, one morning, almost by chance, we stumbled upon Neriah. It was different. It was beautiful. And when we learned what it meant—"Lamp of the Lord" or "Light of Yahweh"—something clicked.

From the moment we saw her tiny heartbeat on the ultrasound, she had been our light. Through the anticipation, the worries, the dreams of who she might become, she had illuminated our lives in ways we never expected.

We thought about the biblical Neriah, the father of Baruch, a scribe who faithfully recorded the words of the prophet Jeremiah. There was something powerful in that lineage—something about wisdom, about carrying truth, about being a keeper of light.

And so, when she finally arrived, with her curious eyes and her quiet strength, we knew: she was Neriah.

Her name is a reminder that she is meant to shine, to bring warmth, to carry wisdom and kindness into the world. It is a name chosen with love, with hope, and with the certainty that she was always meant to be our light.