O Behold, My Beloved Spawn

Pleased to announce, the day after my literary idol's passing, the birth of my second child, a boy, Samuel Fielden Jones, 8 lbs 9 ounces, a brother for Charley, and a future lover of fine-boned women, bourbon, sailfishing, and manual typewriters; a roamer, equally familiar with the narrow streets of Paris, the desert roads of the American Southwest, and the beaches of Belize; the sort of boy who will become the sort of man that I will be proud to call my son; a full-lifer, a human tank, a dreamer of big dreams, with a fighter's heart and the soul of a pacifist; I began to love him a little past two o'clock this afternoon, and I pledge here, before you, to love him as fully as I did in that moment until the day I die.

 

Congratulations, Jones. And Mrs. Jones as well.

 

Congratulations to you, the missus, and little Charley. And especially littler Samuel.

When are you going to get cracking on making a girl??

 

Congratulations, Jones. That's very exciting.

Since we owe you $100... guess we can make it $105 for another drink on us.

 

Congrats, Jones. May he turn out to even cooler than you.

 

Cherish all the rites of passage ... His first words ... His first steps ... His first vomit.

 

Congrats, dude.

 

Man I wish I could write something that wonderful.

Congrats Jonesy.

 

Fabulous new, Jones!

Congrats and savor the moment.

 

Amen to that.

And did you really name the lad after one of the Haymarket bombers?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Fielden

 

You know you'll love him more.

Hugs and congratulations to Mrs Jones and all her men.