Thursday, 28 June 2012

Hunter Turns One Tomorrow.

When we found out we were pregnant, we discussed the names we would give our child. The temptation was very strong to name him after my father, but after long discussions we realised that what made us both love my Dad so much was that he was a unique character- we would do better to honour his memory by raising our son to be a man he would be proud to call his Grandson.

So we looked around for men who inspired us. People who had left us better for having knowing them. We wrote lists, and spoke at length about the characteristics of each. Our lists overlapped, and in that space a pattern emerged: we both had chosen bold men, men who lived passionately, truth seekers and truth speakers. Some of them were wild, some were meek, some stayed in the redrafted lists, and the two who made it all the way to the top are two who I can honestly say I am proud to have named my son after:

Hunter S. Thompson, and William (Bill) Hicks.

“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
- Hunter S. Thompson

 “I left in love, in laughter, and in truth, and wherever truth, love and laughter abide, I am there in spirit.”
- Bill Hicks
It has been a stormy year, with Lee’s injury and some of the difficulties I experienced early in Hunter’s infancy, but I would not return to childless shores, even if all the riches of that life awaited me glittering on the banks.

I’ve spent a year looking after him, and every day I have woken up excited to see his face. His smile is unbearable in its perfection, his laughter melts my heart and the enthusiasm he has for very single experience is truly inspiring. He has revealed to me a truth about the world that I would never have understood: when my Dad used to tell me I was the best thing that had ever happened in his life, he meant it. The last thing my father said to me was that he was so glad he got to be my Dad, and I finally understand the gravity of what he was trying to tell me.

Hunter, you are my most amazing victory, my best souvenir, my finest work. I adore you.
Happy first birthday for tomorrow little man.

Im so impatient, I can't stand the wait.
Sandi D

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