Ezra Rowe Hendler
I just want to welcome a new friend to the world, United States, New York, NY, in May 2009. We’re going to be buddies. True, he’s only, um, a day old right now, but I already project into the future and see us engaged in any number of buttery-filter vignettes: me watching him ride his first carousel; his trembling lip as he lets go of a balloon; his little licks of ice cream and the rainbow sprinkle that gets caught on his nose; the first time he says, “Auntie Liz … ”
He was born yesterday (not so smart, this kid) courtesy of the agony of my friend Nina Rowe, who I always pay tribute to because she hung in with me through many years of my own agony (including many boring phone calls). Her husband, Glenn Hendler, was also thoroughly involved in the childbearing situation.
I won’t post photos of Ezra yet because he’s barely alive, and thus I can’t ask if he wants to be semi-semi-famous. But I love him already. Congratulations to Nina and Glenn! You have reproduced, and quite well, at that. Good show.
Welcome to the world Ezra. May your journey be wonderful!
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