We're registering Henry for Kindergarten (what?) this week, and needed a copy of his birth certificate. The original certificate is in a special place in the basement that has yet to reveal itself to us. And, if anyone asks, we’d like a file cabinet for Christmas.
After a few, precious moments with some of my new favorite crazy people on 4th and Jackson, the registrar handed me the certificate, stamped with some funky rainbow ink that made it “official.” Five years later and the words still make me happy to see:
Henry James Seward
March 16, 2005
2:29 PM
Swedish Medical Center
King County
That was one fantastic day, man. And one fantastic little fella.
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