Hallelujah

I have to admit that going to bed last night, I was a little bit freaked out. I was going over the songs (in my head) that Johhny Cash would have penned memorializing Rowan's funny looking head challenged appearance. I walked through the halls of the maternity ward and poured over all of the pictures looking for one picture of a baby with such a jacked up noggin--none to be found. I self rationalized that surely one of those babies had to look like Rowan Lewis upon delivery and that they Photoshopped those pictures or worked wonders with their little caps. I went back to the room, and the boy's head still looked like a big football on his little body. As I dozed in and out of nocturnal delirium, I comforted myself by flashing images of Hollywood's less beautiful men: Steve Buscemi, Leonard Nemoi, or Clint Howard.

Lo and behold, this morning I awoke to a head less deformed, a face less bruised, and an appearance that is proudly Floyd. Was it all a dream? Did the boy ever look so alien-like? Was this all distortion of the contact labor buzz? As we know, time is a great healer, and hallelujah this boy looks normal.

They have taken the boy for circumcision, I will post some photoshopped pictures later.