I’m sure every day, fresh fathers leave voicemails for family members. Their voices tremble from witnessing new life and the deep strength of their wives at such close range. In their haste, they don’t give the detail or narrative that everyone is looking for as they hurry to hang up the phone before they break down completely.
Today was my day to get that phone call. My normally Gibraltic brother was the weepy one, and with good reason, as his newest son shares a first name with our beloved Grandfather.
So welcome, Ivar Stone Stavlund. We’ve been waiting to meet you, little one.
(HT: Neva, who delivered the 7lb, 7oz, 20-1/2 inch bundle at 2:38am.)