Woe are ye, for on the 30th day of the 12th month of the year two thousand and seven there was brought forth unto this world… another Pettersen. Quake ye! Tremble! For one of us is destined for greatness… I think.
The brother and his missus welcomed a son last night. I am strangely invigorated. There is something new and hopeful about it all. I have a beautiful niece with all of the potential of the world and now a newborn nephew is thrown into the mix. You can’t help but reflect on the passage of time. There is a strange ”rightness” in it all. It sucks to get older, but then at the same time it is great to see how life works. One day you’re kicking the crap out of your brother while watching Saturday afternoon karate marathons, and the next you’re fielding a call about the birth of his kid. Strange… but right.
Time marches on, births and deaths bring such clarity to the simplicity of that. Time is the only thing in this universe that is truly immortal. And so, Nick is born and I am pleased to have him join the fold… not that we Pettersens are sheep mind you. It’s soon to be a new year, we lay waste to the old and renew our hopes… it’s kind of like a chance to be reborn every 365 days. It’s like we’re all given the chance to feel like baby Nick. Strange… but right.
Fielding Mellish
I hope this kid realizes what a quality and intelligent uncle he has…
bonnie
I hope your brother takes care of this one!!!!
