(more) Children of My Youth
Tuesday morning, ETMC Henderson…
“Is it a baby cow?” asked my two-year-old son Liam in a curious and fearful whisper, as we stood in the darkened office of the ultrasound technician, gazing up at the large monitor screen showing the shadowy silver and black undulating glimpses of the burgeoning life within my beloved’s womb.
The technician laughed politely, then showed us a rather obvious indication that our next child would be a son.
A son… another son. To “quote” Eleanor of Acquitaine, I have too many sons. In the same way that I have too many gold bars lying around, or too much oceanfront property in Northern California.
In other words, can one have too many sons? I am wealthy in sons, a blessed man indeed to have been entrusted with such treasure.
Lord willing, my wife and I will welcome Roland Cecil Alexander into the world sometime in the late Winter. We shall call him “Xander” for short but his full name is a tribute to family and friends of ours that’ve passed on, as well a subtle tribute to one of my favorite poems.
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