On a warm March afternoon Shelly’s friends and family gathered to shower her with gifts and love for her upcoming birth. She was weeks from her due date but I remember her saying “I don’t want to freak anyone out, so I’m just going to tell you, I think I’m in labor”. You see, this is a family tradition, to go into labor on the day of your baby shower. The crowd dwindled shortly after food and gifts, and few of us remained. Shelly was certain that *something* was happening at that point. A few hours later she went to the hospital and she was right, she was in labor. Logan arrived the following afternoon. He was a few weeks premature and due to a possible respiratory infection he was sent to the NICU for a short stay.
I got to meet this precious little baby a couple of days after he was born. He was the sweetest little man with the most amazing expressions. I could tell from the moment I entered the room that it was filled with love and admiration. The following hilarity was written by my fiance when we heard of Logan’s impending arrival:
Do you hear that? The brass call of the Gods? Sung down from on high, they call his name. A tremble meanders through my bones as I scribe this, for the time has come – Logan Napier is set to burst forth from his fleshy prison.
Be strong, little one. Roar loudly. Your time has come and the world is but so much clay between your fingers. We are waiting.
MAY THE HERALDS SING HIS NAME IN PRAISE. WE SHALL ALL BE AWASH IN THE GLORY OF THE NEWEST MEMBER OF OUR BROTHERHOOD. A BLOODY, TEAR-FILLED AWAKENING AWAITS HIM, BUT HE WILL RISE TO THE CHALLENGE AS WOULD THE HEROES OF OLD. WE WELCOME YOU, LOGAN.
March 3, 2013
5 lb 9 oz
18.5 inches long