His first name comes from nowhere and, like his sisters before him, he has it all to himself. His middle name, James, comes from my Grandfather, his Great-Grandfather, a great man, as generous and loyal and tender as men come, who taught me, among more noble pursuits, how to skin a squirrel and ride a scooter and the intricacies of router bits.
Leo is also my Father's grandson. He is my only son just as I am my father's only son. And his being, his essence, the man I hope he lives to become, is wrapped up as much in his kind, loving and selfless grandfather as he is in myself.
You got a lot of support, kiddo.
Leo! Leo and Stella!