So again it has come upon us, the great punctuational error that is childbirth…at once as unexpected as it is gloried. My second in what may prove to be a long line of sons was born on February 11, in the two thousandth and eleventh year of our good bearded Lord.

Hail praise to this, our baby wonder, Winter Erik Stevenson Swartz, named for the season he was born into and his uncle who though he will never meet on this Earth, will hopefully have the wild gumption and head on ferocity of his middle name’s sake.

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