Ljubljana, Slovenia.
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Portoroz, Slovenia.
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Left: Father, Right: Son.
My final contribution to the
San Diego Reader is up. Since the deadline coincided with the birth of
our boy, I couldn’t help but write about that rowdy and nerve-wracking event.
You can
read all about it here: An Open Letter to My Son.
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What a wonderful letter to your son – contemplative, heart-felt, and profoundly touching, but not syrupy.
I enjoyed your letter. I marvelled at its being sweet and personal without being sugary.I hope your son enjoys it when he reads it. In the meantime, aspirant writers, that’s the one to shamelessly pastiche!
Congratulations to you and yours, and try to get some sleep sometime!
Michael,A gorgeous little time capsule. Your wife
sounds like a very impressive woman and seems to prove the fact that
men are, well, wusses. My similarly Spartan-like wife gave birth
twice in a birthing center, i.e., midwives and no drugs.
Wish there were some drugs, for me, to help cope with just watching her
go through the pain. We walked to the midwifery the first time as
well, nut opted for vehicular transportation the second time
around. Unlike yourself, I never even considered the possibilitiy
that I’d be doing a delivery.
you left everyone speechless, it appears… anyway, congratulations. (on the son, not the well-written article, that is…)
What a great way to end your excellent San Diego Reader pieces - although I’m her diehard fan, I’d have to say you even gave La Coquette’s series a run for her money…
Awwwww. :))
I promised myself I wouldn’t cry….Great piece! Congrats again on the bundle of joy!
That was really heart warming and precious to share =) ^-^ Also, congrats! I’d hand you a cigar but I don’t smoke, so here’s a cookie O
Congratulations!
Many thanks, everyone. I actually had a lot of difficulty keeping the
sugar levels down. Or at least to a digestable minimum. The only thing
I like to be sickeningly sweet is baklava.
Michael, I could not agree more with you.:-)
I sat there and got a bit misty, first of all the dangerously cute pictue of him holding your finger, I mean those sorts of pictures always touch me very muc, then too the drama of the whole thing, yes millions are born every day, but birth is alwasys for the family of the new arrival a unique experience.
The other thing is that this boy shares a birthday with my own son, Ivan the Terrible, don’t you all go givin’ me the ol’ stink-eye! He likes being called Ivan the Terrible, on my side, he’s even related!
Yes anyone born now is being born in a time of such change taht what one is and what one will be is likely to change. I don’t know if I like that or not, but so it goes. Well, I hope the best for all of you, big sister, mama i tata!
ziveli!