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Christmas was a wonderful celebration of family. All my children were home for the holidays. My girls, Meg and Kathy, live in town with their families but my boys had to travel. Mike, my oldest, and his partner John—who together had been instrumental in uniting Andy with his father—flew in from Boston while Peter and his wife Angie came in from Chicago. Angie was pregnant again, and we were all pulled into the name game, offering suggestions as to what the newcomer would be called. Norman suggested hisname would be nice. Meg, my youngest, was a bit quiet; she and her husband Sean had been trying for their second child but had had no luck as yet.