Ok, its a little wacky, um maybe a little messed up to post this. But when my little boy was born the only thing I could think of was my god he looks like a little Robert C. Byrd. A little sickly Robert C. Byrd. It was the only thing that got me and my husband through that first week I think was to laugh at that - yeah I know, what a weird sick sense of humor we had. Good lord we even looked up what the C stood for in case we needed to name Isaac that. We did not (since it was Carlyle :) but it kept our mind from thinking wow, what is wrong with our poor little man.
Robert C. Byrd passed away this week at the age of 92. I, like every other West Virginian, loved him. Here is my tribute to him. :)