Naming our Baby after a Building

This is an apartment complex in City Heights on Winona Avenue. It is rundown and poorly maintained, but the families that live here are usually just coming out of years living in refugee camps and are discovering life in America for the first time. I remember one little boy from Kenya who had just moved in and was running through the house with wide eyes and a huge smile, slapping all the walls. His father told me they'd always lived in a tent in the camps, so to have walls was very special. We named our daughter after a dilapidated building because despite what it appears to be on the outside there is something really beautiful inside; brokenness, gratitude, resiliency, hope.