The Masculine Mystique

There are a lot males in my family. I have two older brothers (my poor mother!). My oldest brother now has three sons (the youngest of which you see to the left here with me--I just met him for the first time this past weekend). My other brother and his wife will be welcoming another boy into the family in September.

My wife and I are adopting from Ethiopia. I think we're going to aim for a girl.

Pics from Anniversary Trip to Six Flags

Wife and I thought a trip to Six Flags would be a fun way to spend our anniversary time together. It proved to be true. Notice from the photo above that, in marriage, we have so completely become one that I have begun to sprout her arms as headwings.

Not everyone who rode The Conquistador had as much fun as we did.

Anniversary

Two years ago today, my wife and I were married. It's good and still getting better. Here's the poem that I asked a good friend of mine to read at our wedding. It's by Richard Wilbur.

Wedding Toast

St. John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast,
The water-pots poured wine in such amount
That by his sober count
There were a hundred gallons at the least.

It made no earthly sense, unless to show
How whatsoever love elects to bless
Brims to a sweet excess
That can without depletion overflow.

Which is to say that what love sees is true;
That this world's fullness is not made but found.
Life hungers to abound
And pour its plenty out for such as you.

Now, if your loves will lend an ear to mine,
I toast you both, good son and dear new daughter.
May you not lack for water,
And may that water smack of Cana's wine.


Here's a bonus poem by Wilbur.

Having Misidentified A Wildflower

A thrush, because I'd been wrong,
Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.