He was born on his due date, which only makes sense, because Carsten likes things done properly. And, Bryan and I were the only ones in the room when he was born. (After much exhaustive work, I made the midwives leave us alone. Carsten was born just a few minutes later.) That makes sense too. He hates being the center of attention.
From the time he was little, he was very suspicious of anyone not living in our home. I remember when he got his first haircut. The stylist tried to give him a lollipop. He looked at her with clear distrust. He didn't say a word, but his eyes said it all, "Who are you and why are you trying to give me candy?" He wouldn't take it.
He is a man of few words, especially with those outside the family. A friend once asked him, after having watched him on many occasions, "Carsten, do you talk?" His response? "Yes." Enough said.
Bryan said that there was something about Carsten that just melted his heart. He was a little man from the time he was born. Bryan said that when you saw Carsten, you knew just what he'd be like at twenty, and thirty, and fifty. He's a grounded little guy.
Love you, Carsten!
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