

Here we are celebrating Ethan Weekend. Surprise that we are here 11 years after his interesting birth season. I was at the end of my emotions, I felt. I remember not being able to go into the tunnel. I made the police move the traffic because I was having a huge anxiety attack coming out of Manhattan one day about a week or two before Ethan's birth. I made Ben take me over the 59 St. Bridge and the Police officer kindly moved the cones and directed traffic to open up a way for me to get away from this huge anxiety attack. I am sorry officer, I just can't go through the tunnel. He said,okay. A week later I went back and forth to the hospital begging them to take this baby out of me. I cannot go another day. The doctor said, you should drink a little wine to calm down, Mrs. Walker. You are entirely too anxious about this. I was. He came in his own time. The birth was the very best part of the process. Halleluia, for the relief of pain.
Named after, Ethan the Ezrahite, Psalm 89, I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever... We celebrated with all of the gumption of the Walker family fashion. Emily was the Mistress of Ceremonies and led us in a game of finish the lyrics to the song...(a game they made up) Enoch was the DJ for the game and chose appropriate songs for each age group. Ezra won singing all of the words to the Pokemon song. We laughed, we cried,...They are heap of hilarity, the lot of them. Ethan's best friend was the only invited guest. The rest of us were homegrown.
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