Beautiful Boy

Our day began around 2 AM, when Elenka's water broke. Heading to Maine Medical Center on that early July morning I had two things occupying my mind. Simply put--today would be the birthday of a child, and where was I going to get two chocolate, coconut donuts and a cup of coffee at that time of day. We had practiced the Lamaze method til it was real old, still had no idea if the baby would be a boy or a girl, had no real finalized list of names, and I had made myself two tunafish sandwiches to get me through the event. I was prepared, and I knew for sure Elenka was. We were ready! The day was long and, of course, eventful. It was filled with lots of walking the halls, cherry popsicles (for me), and when I ate those sandwiches I have no recollection (but I did). JMR was born at 8:17 PM. Along with marrying Elenka, the best two days of my life... no question about that. I found this poem on a blog somewhere. It fits today. Happy Birthday Boy!

What is a Boy?

Author: Unknown

He's an imp and an angel,

a dreamer, a tease

An explorer of meadows, and

a climber of trees.

A runner of errands, and

doer of chores.

Who tears his best trousers, and

tracks up your floors.

He's a solemn young man with

some mud on his feet,

And a daredevil riding his

bike down the street.

A bundle of questions, who

wants to know "why",

The world goes around and

the stars fill the sky.

But adventures, timid, excited

or quiet.

There's nothing so new that he,

won't care to try it.

And just when your temper and

patience wear thin,

He'll look up at you with an

innocent grin.

And your heart melts again with

your real pride and joy,

In that mischievous, wonderful

treasure--- your boy!

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