About a year ago I found one of Ryan’s baby shirts and hung it in my closet door to show him when he got home for the holidays. When we adopted our kids we had a tradition of selecting several names, then after seeing them for the first time, we would pick one from our list that we thought would fit them. We were in California the day Ryan was born in Arizona, and the hospital called and required a name to put on his birth certificate. I tried to tell then we just could not name a child without first seeing and holding him, which they would not buy. So I gave the name Scooter since his Grandma Pat had just bought him the shirt. We were able to hold him for the first time on day three, and quickly gave the lawyer our camera, who took the picture. We then unwrapped our son for the first time so we could marvel at him and touch from head to toe. We then settled on the name RYAN, which means Little King or Noble One. The shirt still hangs in the same place in my closet.
Ron
3-3-2011
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