When I was little, I'd periodically tell my mother that someday I would have a daughter and I would name her Azalea, because I loved the azaleas in our garden and to my ear, their name would make the most beautiful name ever.
That's not a name, she'd say.
Violet is a name. So's Lily, I'd reason.
Yes, but those are flowers. An azalea is a shrub, she'd reply.
My daughter will be the first, I'd declare.
And if you have a son you can name him Boxwood, she'd say.