Haven't the time to finish baking the things I have on-tap, so I'll shamelessly vanitize this to say
My middle son, Josiah Paul Julien Phillips, was born 17 years ago today, at 35 or 6 to 4 in the morning. It was one of the very happiest days of my life. You know, after the terror and all.
So Josiah's full name was both a prayer and a parental aspiration, as must have been the case for godly parents over the many millennia.
I could go on and on (Readers [unkindly]: "You already have"), but let's bring the vanity to a crescendo with something aimed at giving the birthday boy a smile: