A year ago tonight, Carl and I celebrated New Year's Eve in Springfield, Illinois at Bobby Noll's house, and had the happy pleasure of ringing in the new year in front of a giant fireplace, surrounded by family and great friends. As midnight approached, we all began writing down our resolutions and Carl and I decided we would each write one resolution for the other person. When midnight struck, Carl smiled and handed me a tiny slip of paper that read, "Have a big baby boy Koschmann." Despite the fact that one of my own resolutions had been to correct Carl less often, I immediately made him cross out both "big" and "boy" (which he admitted he had added largely because history had shown that the Koschmann men generally produce babies fitting this description), but once those adjectives were taken out, we agreed that having a baby was a wonderful resolution. With a clink of our champagne glasses, we committed ourselves to the idea and tossed the slip of paper into the glowing fire. Little did we know that at that very moment, Alden was already on his way to us -- I was 3 weeks pregnant. Now here we are, one year later to the day, and our rapidly-growing, wondrous baby boy Koschmann is, as I type this, in the midst of one of his first long naps, surely getting ready to keep us up until midnight tonight to celebrate his arrival.
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