As I type, Hugo William is beginning his first moments as a person. At the same time, I am beginning my first moments blogging. Two beginnings of very different kinds. For Hugo it is a first breath, for me  a first post, and so I dedicate this first post to Hugo all of 10 minutes old.

There is something addictive about beginnings. In the case of a blog post, there is the blank space calling for a deposit of enlightened thought; a space not yet spoiled with  clumsy syntax and banal musings. And so I teetered here on the precipice of that blank space unable to start this post.

Then Hugo arrived and launched himself into his world, and, inspired by his confidence and forthright assumption that he is welcome here, I have written my first post.