10/02/2026
💙 Introducing our little prince… Agustín Del Gonzalez. 💙
Choosing a name for our son was something we put a lot of thought and heart into. We wanted his name to mean something. We wanted it to carry family, history, strength, love, and the legacy of some incredible men who came before him.
And so, we chose Agustín Del Gonzalez.
Our son is named after my uncle, Agustín Gonzalez, my dad’s brother.
My Uncle Agustín was a proud Vietnam War veteran and, from everything I have been told about him, an incredible and respectable man. He never married and never had children of his own.
While he was serving in Vietnam, my grandmother worried constantly about whether her son would make it home safely. Like any mother sending her son off to war, she prayed for the day he would come back home.
And he did.
My Uncle Agustín survived Vietnam and made it home safely — only to tragically lose his life in a car accident in Las Vegas, New Mexico, just one week after returning home.
His life was far too short, and because he never had children of his own, there was no son to carry his name forward.
Until now. 💙
All these years later, his great-nephew will carry his name.
I hope someday when my son is old enough to understand, I can tell him exactly where his name came from. I can tell him about the brave man in our family who served his country, made his family proud, and left behind a legacy worthy of remembering.
And now a little piece of that legacy lives again in Agustín.
His middle name, Del, comes from another incredible man — his Grandpa Delbert, DeeAnn’s dad. 🤎
Delbert is the epitome of what a father and family man should be. He is a farmer, a cowboy, a man of strength and stability, and now a grandpa. He has a lifetime of wisdom and knowledge to pass down to this little boy, along with his love for livestock, cattle, horses, hard work and the land.
I know our son is going to learn so much from his Grandpa Delbert, and I hope he grows up with that same strength, steadiness and love for family.
And then, of course, there is Gonzalez.
That is the name I get to give my son. And there is something about seeing my last name attached to this perfect little boy that is hard to put into words.
He is my son. My little Baby G. My future best friend, sidekick and shadow.
I already picture him following me everywhere, wanting to do whatever Dad is doing, getting into everything, asking a million questions and eventually thinking he knows more than me. 😂
And if the Gonzalez genes have anything to say about it, I have a feeling music is going to be a huge part of his life too. 🎶 He'll probably be called Baby Gonzalo more than once, and I’m pretty sure music lessons start next week. 😂
I can't wait to put an instrument in his hands. I can't wait to show him the music I love, take him along with me, teach him what I know and someday watch him find his own sound.
But more than anything, I can't wait to be his dad.
I want him beside me through life. I want to teach him, guide him, protect him, laugh with him and watch him become his own man. Someday, long after I'm gone, I hope there are things in him that remind people of me — not just a last name or a love of music, but the things I taught him, the memories we made and the love I gave him.
He is my legacy. And being his dad will be one of the greatest honors of my life.
So whether we end up calling him Agustín, Augie, Gus, Tino, Baby Del, Baby Gonzalo or Baby G, this little boy has a name filled with meaning.
He carries the name of a brave great-uncle who served his country.
He carries the name of a grandpa who will teach him strength, wisdom, hard work and family.
And he carries my name — Gonzalez — a name I am incredibly proud to pass on to my son.
Agustín Del Gonzalez. 💙
Three names. Generations of family behind them. And one very special little boy who will now carry those legacies forward while creating one entirely his own.
Welcome to the world, son.
Daddy loves you more than you will ever know. You are my little prince, my Baby G, my best friend, my sidekick, and my legacy. 💙👑🎶