Last night I received this text message from my friend, new dad Brian Byrne:
Baby! Boy! You totally called it! Seven lbs five oz! Henry Guy Byrne! I’m so tired! The baby is so laid back! I really like him!
And with that, Chauncey Jones became no more—to me, that kid is now either Hank or HGB for the rest of his sweet life. Still, I can’t tell you how happy it made me that my nickname for the fetus caught on so well, so much so that it was even on the cake at the baby shower. I know it sounds corny, but I hated being apart from my friends during this time in their lives, so coining the moniker was like a long-distance year-long high five. Now I just can’t wait to relax on the couch with this dude, much like the years I relaxed on the couch with his parents. He looks pretty chill.
Welcome to the party, HGB!