jack william
Monday, August 22, 2005
Yesterday we reconvened at the Bridge Hotel in Huntingdon for Wee Jack's naming. It was a simple, beautiful ceremony: his parents, choked with emotion, explained why they had chosen his names and made him a series of promises: to bring him up as a decent, tolerant person, always to offer him unconditional love. His guide parents each read him a poem, and offered the family their support, as did Jack's grandparents, the distaff side having flown in from Toronto for the occasion. At the close, I played 'Summertime' on the violin for wee Jack while he boggled at me, never having seen or heard anything so strange.
Afterwards we had tea and scones in the sunshine, while trying to prevent Rebecca from escaping into the carpark, and beyond.
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