Freddie was born on January 2, 2014, after what was, very probably, the easiest labor in the history of labors. As a result, he'll always have a special spot in my heart.
He's been called "Freddie Bear" since before he was born, because, come on. It's just too easy, too cute, and too rife with decorating possibilities. He's also called "Brother Bear," "Brudder," or, when we're feeling sophisticated, "Brother."
His real name, though, is Thomas Frederick Pressley. The Thomas came from my dad. If ever there were a man deserving of a namesake, it's my dad, and Frederick was his father, my Papaw, who died when I was 7 but who instilled in me a lifelong passion for music.
With the brightest eyes and the sweetest smile I've ever seen, Brother Bear is our hunka hunka burnin' love; I am so grateful that God sent him to us, even if it was only 14.5 months after He sent his big brother!
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