Your cousin Stas will be born in a few minutes. And given his Irish heritage (along with some French, English, Polish -- hence the name -- and a whole lot of other stuff thrown in for good measure) today's a good day for a birthday.
Your Aunt Kelly had planned to give birth at home, but after nearly two full days of labor, she and her midwife and her doctor decided that everyone would be better off in the hospital. That's the way life is, sometimes. We make plans. We try our best to keep them. But life sometimes has other plans for us.
I reckon you'll be meeting your new baby cousin on the video phone in the next day or so. And we'll be traveling down to Los Angeles to meet him in person in the coming months.
Between now and then, we'll be working on our Irish lullabies. And there's one in particular, that everyone seems to know at least a bit of.
It goes...
Toora loora loora, toora loora li,
Toora loora loora, hush now, don't you cry
... and it's a sweet song about a mother's love for her child -- and a child's love for his mom.
Yes, life sometimes has other plans for us. But there are some constants. The bond between parents and their children is one constant.
And for baby Stas, there's at least one other: Our love is a constant. It didn't need any planning. And it won't be affected by life's ups and downs.
Toora loora loora, toora loora li,
Toora loora loora, that's an Irish lullaby
Love,
dad
Update: And here he is:
2 comments:
What a cutie! Glad all came through well.
What a freaking gorgeous baby that is! But what happened to the mom?
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