A congratulatory birth card from adoring relatives? you might ask.
No.
A note and a $10 dollar bill from his parents to begin his little life?
You'd be wrong.
An announcement from the church?
Wrong again.
A newspaper clipping?
Sorry, out of luck.
No, the letter addressed to Nathaniel Ames Lewis, to the proper address, town, state and zip code came from the federal government. The Social Security Administration, to be exact.
In it, was his Social Security card and an admonition to "keep this stub with your personal records."
We'll make sure he gets the message.
So, it appears the government now knows about our little boy. Now, he can pay taxes, perhaps get drafted, and die.
That was pretty morbid, wasn't it?
On the brighter side, it does mean he is official. Actually, it was kind of cool to see his name, typed in black block letters on plain white paper peeking from a box in the envelope. We hadn't seen it printed like that. The first thought that came over me was, "Holy crap, he is real."
Indeed, he is. And he's ours.
No matter what the government thinks, we think that's very, very cool.
1 comment:
This post makes me think of the Velveteen Rabbit story. About being real.
Anyway, I love how you are blogging all these moments. You will love to have this to look back on.
And who knows? There may be a book in here as you go along!
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