Derrick Slughorn love time. All times.
He adored the night sky with its stars and moon.
He appreciated the beauty of sunshine and blue skies.
He admired the way the flowers came to life in springtime,
He savored the warmth and long days of summer.
He enjoyed the fall foliage and crisp air of fall.
He loved the snow and cold of winter.
Now, Derrick was thinking about a different time.
He was about to become a first time father. This was the greatest time of his life.
Looking at his watch, Derrick wondered what name he should give to his baby boy when the time came to name his son.
For an hour, a minute, a second, and a nanosecond, Derrick puzzled over the prospect of naming his baby.
Name after name floated through his mind but each time a new name came into his mind, he rejected it. He wanted to be absolutely sure and he would know when the time was right to settle upon a name.
Fittingly, it was as his watch struck midnight that the name Derrick had been searching for all this time finally came to him.
"Horace," thought Derrick to himself, "My son shall be Horace Slughorn!"
Horace meant time, season, or timekeeper.
"Perfect, " thought Derrick to himself, "I'm giving my son a name that means time. When the time comes, I'm going to teach my son to appreciate all times. I will instill in Horace from a very early time in his life that all times are beautiful in their own ways. All times of day. All times of year."
Derrick didn't have a favorite time of day or a favorite time of year. He hoped that Horace wouldn't either. He would teach his son to savor them all.
When Horace finally came into the world, Derrick thought, "This is the best time of my life."