I was so very tired last night and laid down to sleep ,, had a lovely dream. my nanny was my rock.. she protected me from my very mean mother. 32 years ago our only daughter was born... she was full term but because of issues was born at 3 lbs 14 oz. here is were the woo starts ..my Nanda ( i was the first grandchild and could not pronounce my g ... so i had a nanny and nanda. as did every grandchild born after me) so. when my daughter was born..my nanda travelled to canada..last time i saw him as he was in his 80s . I put my newborn daughter in his arms and told him her name. the middle name was my nannys name..my fav person ever. Nanda told me.. your nanny would be so angry.. she hated her name I told him that it was ok .. i chose it because she made my childhood so very happy. that was 32 years ago. last night i had a dream. my nanny was at the end of my bed and she said to me. I love you..but i was so angry.. why did you give her a name that i hated all my life, but then i watched her grow up and become an amazing woman and beautiful mother...now I Love my name again. because my great granddaughter has it and loves it! . this was good till nanny said to me that OZ agrees. well my nandas name was alexander. I sent a message to my daughter this morning saying how i woke crying from a dream. she never met the wonderful nanny i had, but she was so very happy about my dream. until i said OZ. her husbands late grandfather who died before they ever met. his name was osborne. nick name oz. freaked out a bit