After his Father successfully secured the name, "Forrest," when he was born, the blessing began with Andrew unintentionally changing his name to Daniel (well, almost.) As he began to announce his name, I heard a distinct 'D' sound. I couldn't believe it. He paused, as he caught himself, and proceeded to say his actual name, Forrest Daniel Flegal.
Forrest says, "Oh my goodness! Really?"
The truth is, he's our Forrest. It's his name. And I have grown to love it. My affection for it happened quite easily. Attached to this face, you can understand why.
Whose brilliant idea was it to stare straight into the sun?!
As I was saying, yesterday was a special day for our family. It seems cliche and ordinary to simply say that Andrew did a "good job" as he blessed Forrest. I just cried into the back of Lottie's head, she was in my lap at the time, as I listened to the special (there's that overused word again!) things that were said.
Usually, Andrew is a man of few words. On the other hand, I love words! I use many words on a daily basis; my poor family. So when my sweet, generally soft spoken, spouse stands to bless our child (or anyone else for that matter), I feel a surprising sense of awe.
Father like son
In my last post, I mentioned that we picked up a free play set and hauled it home on the 4th. Here it is.