I named Dustin as a fluke. I was young, 19, and wanted something a bit different but that I wouldn't have to spell out for people (grow up as Marie Suzanne Breton and that will be well appreciated). Bill named Brian, and I couldn't talk him into anything else. But by the time Brian was 2 years old, and Dustin was 4, Dustin came home from preschool with a paper, "Where did your name come from?"
I begged Mother Google for help, and she came through.
Dustin: of German origin, it means a valiant fighter. One thing Dustin is proving to be is valiant, and one who will speak up for what his beliefs are.
Brian: Celtic meaning is Hill, Noble or ascending. But I prefer the Welsh meaning, STRONG. Have you met my son? It FITS!
I was pregnant at the time, and scoured the baby websites to make sure my name of choice had a good meaning. Success!
Michael: Hebrew origin, meaning who resembles God, or who is like God. You can't get a much more tender and sweet boy as him.
Bill's turn to name the last one, and while I refused to commit at first (it sounded SO Saved by the Bell), one look at the baby name sights and I was converted.
Zachary: the only one that is a derivation, from the Hebrew Zachariah. It means God remembered. Yeah. The reason these old, decrepit parents ventured into the Baby business this one last time is because God told us too. And lo and behold, every time we look in his sweet face, God is remembered!
And for kicks, let's look at Mom and Dad, shall we?
William: The German it means determined guardian, or Resolute protector, in French it means determined protector. My husband is nothing if not a protector.
Marie: French derived from the Hebrew name Mary, which means bitter, or "sea of bitterness".
I always thought it meant mother. Which would have fit and sounded nicer, 'cuz I try to mother the whole darn world.
But, yeah, bitter is a nail on the head too, I suppose. Although my parent's felt they should name me after my great-grandmother, I don't think they looked up the meaning. But I'm not bitter...