The last 36 hours have been wild, emotional, sleep-deprived, and completely magical. 



Meet Lyndon Michael Young—our son, our whole heart, and already the boss of the house (he didn’t even ask first). He decided to show up a couple weeks early—because clearly, punctuality runs in the family—but he’s healthy, strong, and came out ready to run this show.
His name? A total power move. Lyndon, after some truly legendary grandfathers and the graceful, strong Linden tree(because why not give tree energy AND generational wisdom?). Michael, to honor the amazing grandpas who paved the way.
We’re in love. We’re overwhelmed. We’ve cried happy tears approximately 14 times and counted his fingers at least 20 (still 10—phew). Welcome to the party, little man. You have no idea how loved you are. 






