Pat is the reason our first born has a name. It’s quite possible he’d still be called “baby boy Mooseker” (22 years later) if it weren’t for Pat.
The baby came nearly 4 weeks early and we were ill-prepared in many ways. Pat came to the hospital and absolutely couldn’t stand it that 2 days after being born, the kid was still “baby boy Mooseker”. He closed the door to the room, scrounged around for a paper and pen, sat down on the end of the bed and said “Ok. This kid needs a name and I’m not leaving here until he has one. So. Get the book out, start reading off the options. Let’s get this done.” – and he did. (I think he may have been the one that demanded the nurse update the card on the bassinet immediately, too).
Love and miss you more than words can express, Pat.
3Karen Mooseker