I used to tease my wife with names like "Thor" and "Sigurd", telling her that it was traditional that we have strong, Northern-European names for my kids, because I am a large part German on my mom's side and a large part Swedish on my dad's side. She wasn't having it, but it was still fun.
The doctors told us that my wife and I had about a 2% chance of conceiving, and we were devastated. For this reason, I considered naming our son "Miracle", or "Gift From God", or something equally impressive and reflective of how I felt about the whole situation.
Then I saw the name "Carson", and found that it means "beloved". That pretty much hit the nail on the head, for me and Eileen. So my son became "Bryant", which is my wife's former last name, and "Carson".
Steve.