Tuesday, January 03, 2006

The heir apparent...

A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins.
Nor is he early.
He arrives precisely when he means to.
- Gandalf the Grey


After a seemingly interminable wait, on January 1st at 11:04 AM I had the privilege of seeing my son, Blake, draw his first breath.

I'll spare you the obligatory photo of a red-faced, misshapen newborn, because it really doesn't do him justice - instead, let me describe him: he's a stout 9lbs 6ozs with a fierce appetite to match, and has a mighty grip belike a descendent of the DĂșnedain.

To say that I am incredibly proud is a severe understatement. I can't think of anything I'd rather do with the rest of my life than watch this little boy grow into a man.

When I'm done with you, you're gonna be able to spit nails.
You're gonna eat lightning and crap thunder!
-Mickey Goldmill (Rocky)

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