Deep breath.
Haaaaaaaaaaaah. Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
Scout had a baby. He's Perfect.
Woody Allen once said, "Eighty percent of success is showing up."
She showed up. He showed up.
When that baby showed up, they were there. They rocked birth.
I am blown away at the strength of my beautiful daughters and their men.
And the result is eight pound three ounce baby boy, Ronan.
Ronan Paul Baptiste.
Ronan. Irish.
Paul. Grampa's middle name.
Baptiste. Born on the feast of St. John the Baptist.
A baby is in the house. A kind of hush falls. Everything moves slower, quieter.
Everyone slows down in the presence of a baby.
Talk softer.
Breath deeper.
Sink back in our chairs.
Let our minds be still and soak up baby-ness.
I love you, Ronan. We have always loved you.
I miss you already and I haven't even left.
