When Elizabeth and I found out we had just got ourselves a brother, we woop wooped and did cartwheels around the family room. Sarah probably grunted; she was just barely 2. And actually, I never could do a true, honest cartwheel, but these glad tidings moved me to further attempts.
Thank goodness next time the anniversary of the Cameron Cartwheels come around, we'll have him to squeeze and pinch as brothers should be. I love and miss him more than I can say.
Happy Birthday and Happy Trucking to Cameron McOmber Eaton in the far away land of Ecuador, and many happy returns.