Yesterday we celebrated the 2nd birthday of my middle son, Hudson. TODAY my 3rd son was born.
Taylor and I arrived at the hospital at 2am. By 4:54am we were holding our new son. He’s 6 pounds., 12 ounces. and 19 1/2 inches of studliness.
Augustine is a man who has influenced me in significant ways. And my late grandfather was named Gus, a man who was saved in his 30s and who was the best grandpa a boy could have (he’s also the one who first introduced me to the Bay Area, he began taking me here when I was a small boy). And, David is my middle name, a name my parents gave me in honor of King David.
My 3 sons are a gift from God. Taylor and I keenly feel the blessing and responsibility God has given us. Through the months and years ahead, when you think of us, please pray that God would give us grace and wisdom to raise our 3 boys to be brave, gospel men. And, in the short term, pray for our sleep and sanity as we now have 3 boys under age 4!
Here are a few pics taken right after Gus was born (UPDATE: I’ve added a few family pics from late morning today). We are very tired and need some rest. The last time we pulled an all-nighter was in college.
There are 2 main ways people pronounce the name “Augustine.” The pronunciation of our son’s name rhymes with “Justin”.
Welcome to the world Gus (Augustine) David Buzzard!
PS. A number of dads around the world have contacted me for more information about the “My 3 Sons Club.” Now that my 3rd son is here, I intend to formally start the club. It is a club for fathers of 3 sons that will involve athletic competition, secret handshakes, theological rigor, the turning of boys into men, cool looking insignias, and perhaps cigar jackets. The first honorary inductees into the club are Dan Palmer and Toby Kurth, two long-time buddies of mine whose 3-son fathering is exemplary, though my 3 boys will easily dominate their 3 boys in athletic bouts.