Pirated from an old journal entry:
At some point, probably about ten or eleven weeks into the pregnancy, I dreamt that I saw a child with his back to me looking out at a pasture. The light was golden, as was his wavy blond hair that hung past his ears. I would say he was about three years old. Thinking back to this image, I don’t know how I knew it was a boy. The long hair seems like it should have thrown me off, but maybe the clothes (a red sweater) or something else hinted at a boy.
I’m not one to take many signs from dreams–I think of myself as trying to be the least superstitious person around–but at the twelve week checkup we found out that Leslie is carrying a baby boy. I called my parents that they would have a grandson. Yeah, we all cried. I texted a bunch of friends and family members and a fellow NFL Films cameraman sent back, “Future NFL Films top guy.”
This blew me away as well, as shooting for NFL Films is one of the most cherished connections I have with my father. He gave me a foothold to climb up the mountain that led to one of my favorite things in the world. NFL Films, second to Reid.
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