Birth

Max Arrives – Two Now Three

What a day. Jason called about 4:00 p.m. and said, “Well it looks like it is time.” After enduring increasingly intense contractions, Tommie made her doctor’s appointment about 3:30 p.m. They wheeled her over to the Labor & Delivery floor at Children’s.

Patty had just begun a long procedure at work and would not be able to leave early. We left the house about 5:30 p.m. just sure we would miss Max’s arrival. We called Tommie. Patty did not want to think about missing Tommie’s first. In this instance it was daughter consoling mother. “He is not here yet Mom.” Read More

2 Years and 8 Months – A Family Mashup

No April Fools here. Two years ago today we were in Eureka Springs, AK. We took in the sites, played golf, and hung out with family. But, we were there for something more. Tommie and Jason exchanged vows, rings, and commitments to one another.

No matter how much you tell someone life changes when you begin sharing it with another person, you must experience it for yourself. And, about the time you ┬áthink, “I will not be changed,” you will be. It is the nature of relationships. How else do the rough edges come off? What else helps bring out the beauty in the other? Ask anyone who has paid attention to their lives while married and those things occur. Sometime subtly. Other times conspicuously.

And once you think you have settled in to what that looks like, along comes another person in the mix. Eight months ago today Craig and Kimberly made this discovery. Cohen Alan was born. Amidst all the fanfare of a prematurity. Wait – he just would not.

Today we will spend some time with them all. A trip to see Nan (a.k.a. GG and now 3G). Five generations in the same room. Wow. We will celebrate with Tommie and Jason, Cohen Alan (and his parents), and the gang. It will surely be a family mashup.

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Startlingly Second – Thoughts from the Edge

We have a love affair with first. Our beloved Sooner football team will not be first in much of anything this season. Despite good reason many fans live and die by the play of a bunch of 18-22 year olds. Tells you something about life and our emotional investments. What about the emotional investments future parents make of their unborn child? Quite a bit I would contend.

Now imagine that your son was born. You had been unable to speak. And in the first song, your first words, you talked about something other than your son. You talked about some long standing promise. Then after you had extolled the wonders of life in a new way, you noted something about how your son fit into that narrative. If you could get your mind around that, then you may wonder at Zechariah’s words.

What are you thoughts? Let’s talk about it in the comments.