April 30, 2005
At 9:12 this morning, after a very long night and a very difficult delivery, our son, Roosevelt Owen, was born. He came into this world thanks to the sheer will of his exhausted mama, a woman I will always look upon with awe after this lengthy and arduous labor, a woman who would never quit no matter how many unexpected turns this birth took.
This is a tale I will share with you later, because I am simply too tired to tell it now, but suffice it to say that our little family is very tired and sore, but doing fine.
To Janice, to Roosevelt, to life, and to love,