It was hectic the day Lloyd was born.
Anna, who was generally popular and known around the near-by village, caused a great commotion when she went into labor. As the husband, and to-be father of the child, I did stay by her side during her time of need. I needn't explain what I saw, but all I could say was that I am somewhat happy that Anna chose to yell all her problems out at me while she was in labor.
When our son was born, Anna was more than excited. She said she was happy that she would have a rambunctious boy around the house- unlike me.
And, as always, she argued of what we would name him. Many names were suggested, and all rejected by the both of us.
Then I thought, "Lloyd."
It seemed fitting and perfect for him. Anna unexpectedly agreed- which to my surprise was one of the few times she accepted one of my suggestions. She claimed even if I were over four thousand-years old, I still had the thinking process of a nine-year old who could not tie his own shoes.
Rude.
But, nonetheless, we were more than elated to be able to bring our baby boy home.
"Welcome home, Lloyd Aurion."
