Allow me to set the scene.
In a hospital, a hugely pregnant gal is getting an ultrasound after being in labor for many hours.
Everything looks fine. The tired daddy-to-be says to the doctor, “Hey, while we’re looking, why don’t we make sure we’re still having a girl.”
The tiny doctor, from Guatemala — if memory serves, hooted loudly and, zooming the ultrasound thingy across the giant belly says, pointing to the screen, “These don’t come on a girl!!” And then the doctor laughed some more.
That is when we knew that the baby was not going to be the one we had been calling Mary Ellen for the last 5 months.
No. Instead, we were having this buster.
And, life has been different ever since.
Happy birthday, sweet (baby) James!!!