There is nothing SUPER about turning 30, especially because the gray hair has been creeping in on me since I was 25. Now it is just an ugly number that validates the "distinguished" gray hair. Despite the number 30 associated with my name, here were some of the SUPER things about the birthday.
A Superman birthday cake made by Melissa -impressive
I don't think my mom ever missed a week of writing to her five sons on the mission which would make over 250 letters. In an attempt to pay back the many heartfelt letters we sat down for family night and wrote a letter and drew "snow missionaries" for grandma and grandpa serving in Ogdensburg, New York.
Also in the spirit of missionary work I nightly quiz Parker on where Grandma and Grandpa are at. The conversation goes as follows as we have just concluded our nightly story and we are saying goodnight:
Wahoo, the cord fell off and he is free to enter the full on bath realm! It was so nice to have that joy of giving him his first bath. It was a little bit of a shocker for him to enter the water, but he soon settled in and loved the warm water. The first of many to come!
Like connecting with a fastball and sending it over the fence.
Like a haircut long overdue.
Like when the the ball is released from the tips of your fingers to hit a game winning shot.
Like the view from atop a mountain peak.
Like spending time with your dad.
Like a popsicle on a hot summer's day.
Some things just feel good, there is no otherway to explain it, it just feels good.
And so it is for our son Brock. When it came down to deciding a name for him, it just felt good. Having spent months discussing names, inventing names, tossing out names, etc. (you get the point), nothing seemed to stick. We had heard of the name Brock and we weren't opposed to it, so it joined the list of other possibilities (Mason, Packer, Porter).
When Melissa went into labor we still hadn't decided and the delivery was so quick that when he was safely in ourarms, we still didn't have a name for him. Finally after we had settled down and he was in the arms of mom, we brought up the name game once more. As we contemplated and prayed about the name Brock we were satisfied that that was to be his name, reason being, "It just felt good." Such a feeling was good enough for us.
So what about the rest of the name?
Mom had suggested that Brock take the name of his dad. Had mom known the history behind dad's name, she might have thought twice.
As legend has it, I was named by my four older brothers who loved BYU basketball. When I was born my parents hadn't decided on a name. My brothers being bred Cougar blue and admiring then star Devin Durrant, suggested that they name their baby brother Devin after this Cougar great (third all time in scoring and also spent some time in the NBA).
Unfortunately the basketball skills didn't come with the name (unless you count some great pick up games or church ball). Being the youngest of 5 boys I have been fortunate to follow in the footsteps of many whom I would consider to be heros. It is hoped that the name Devin stands for kindness and service and other noble Christlike attributes. Though void of superior athleticism, it is my hope that I have created a name that is honorable and worth emulation. Though far from perfect it is a joy to have my son carry on a name that means so much to me.
His last name also is something to take pride in. Esplin is a name that many speak highly of. It was the name that grandparents carried before me. To me it stands for a person who has integrity and is honest. It stands for hard work and commitment. Those who possess this name are faithful and love to serve. I know my dad to carry this name with great pride. He gave it to me and now has fallen on Brock. May those who look to this name and possess this name remember the sacrifice and efforts put into what this name represents.
And so Brock's life begins. Having been given a name full of meaning and faith, Brock too will create a name of his own and live a life that will "just feel good". Some things just feel good and that is good enough for us.
It is evident when Parker will come running in notifying us that "Baby Brock is crying"
It is noticed with Parker's endless petitions to "hold Brock"
Even Parker's concerns for "Baby Brock's 'boogers' (pronounced "burgers") reveals that his love runs deep.
As part of Parker's night routine Brock gets a kiss on the head from Parker as he is riding his "dragon"
All this "brotherly love" is kept in perspective. When asked if he (Parker) is a baby he says, "No, Parker's a big boy". When asked how big Brock is he says, "Brock is tiny". Apparently Parker loves his brother but love doesn't elevate him in family status. Now that is "brotherly love".
In order to measure something it always helps to have something to measure up against. Though Parker is no easy task to measure up against, because we can as parents, we do, and this is how Brock is "measuring up".
2 weeks old
After two weeks Brock is weighing in at 7lbs 13 ounces, not bad for a start of 6 lbs 4 ounces. He also has freed himself from the bonds of his umbilical cord (historic I know @ 3 weeks not 2). In contrast to Parker he seems to be a little more mellow yet spices things up with some late nights. Like Parker he is taking advantage of being held. As far as looks, difficult to measure, but early indication point to hints of Dad, though the reddish hair snuck in from the Pollastro side.
Though impossible to measure and compare, the love we have for Brock is immeasurable and find joy in measuring each milestone as we watch him grow right before our eyes.
In an attempt to make the most out of our "New Years Eve celebration" we decided that we were going to watch a movie and play the game of "Life" (taking into consideration that we are living in Castle Dale with a week old baby, this seemed like a good time to be had!) As the night wore on so did Brock. With the game all set up and the movie being played, Brock was insistent on being part of the celebration. Needless to say that we didn't get to play the game of "Life", rather, we were able to experience the game of "Life". As it was, Brock just about outlasted the exhausted mom in staying up to midnight. In the final minutes Brock finally broke down and dad woke mom up to see the ball drop. Not soon after we too dropped into our beds.
Happy New Year - Brock shortly after midnight
New Years day itself was enjoyable as we were able to spend more time with our family
Once upon a time our fairy tale life began in the bookstore on the campus of Southern Utah University. Melissa couldn't resist the bookstore "stocker" and after 7 months of convincing her that he was "the one" we were engaged. 4 and a half months later we were married in the Manti Utah Temple. 6 plus years later they find their fairy tale continuing in Castle Dale. Parker has joined the party and brings loads of joy to our family. Melissa is a fantastic mother and Devin teaches seminary. Hope you enjoy!!