The night Henry Wesley Wells was born, I ran nearly four blocks to get to him. When I got there, and looked at my first born nephew, I thought he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I still hold to that. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to hold Henry the night he was born, though. Nearly two years has gone by, and he's quite the little man. I love him a million times more now, but he isn't a baby anymore.
But now I've a new nephew. Beowulf Arthur. I didn't get to hold him the night he was born, but three days old and he's every bit as amazing the first night. He is an incredible work from the hand of God, and I'm amazed to look at him. He truly is beautiful. Just like his cousin.
