Everyone has had at least one nickname in their lifetime.
When I was a young tomboy climbing trees and playing baseball with the boys, the neighbors called me Persimmon because I would climb the Persimmon trees and throw down the soft, ripe fruit to people standing below.
When my firstborn daughter was a baby we called her Punkin. When she was in college and money was not in abundance, she decorated a sweatshirt as a Christmas gift for me with some drawings and Punkin dominating the front.
But for the past year I have been called the most endearing nickname anyone has ever called me: Darlin. My sweet boyfriend calls me Darlin. Not all the time, which is really a good thing, because when he emails me or calls me and calls me Darlin it is a thrill and I get a big silly grin on my face.
This is one nickname I never want to outgrow.