I love nicknames. One of my favorite things with my friends is finding a nickname for them. Kris, from our life group, loves them, too. I don’t know if he’s ever called me Cindy. It’s usually C-dawg or something gang related. He makes up nicknames for all of us. Holla. The reason I love nicknames is because I’m all about relationships. And when you feel comfortable enough with someone to call them by a nickname, that says something. To me, at least. Keri Austin calls me CeeKayBee because I often sign emails with my initials…ckb. My friends from high school still call me Cmo because my maiden name was Moehring. My family calls me Cyn because my real name is Cynthia. And I love it. People laugh when they hear it for the first time because they think someone is calling me sin. I laugh and say, “Well, I’m the only kind of Cyn you should love.” Clever, I know. And adorable. I call my husband Sugar Lips. And I think you know why. He calls me…ahem. And scene. Are you a “nickname” kind of person? What is yours?