Good evening. There's a lot to get to tonight, but I wanted to start off with some good news,

which also happens to be very personal news. In April 2020, in the early dark days of

the pandemic, you may recall I announced the birth of my son, Wyatt. These are the pictures

I showed of Wyatt then, taking just days after he was born. Well, this is Wyatt today.

He's nearly 22 months old, and he is sweet and funny, and the greatest joy in my life.

If he looks particularly happy in this picture, it's because he now has a baby brother. His

name is Sebastian, and I would like you to meet him. This is Sebastian, Luke, Masoni Cooper.

He was 6.8 pounds of birth, and he is healthy and happy, even his occasional hiccups are

to me adorable. He mostly just sleeps and eats, and he's really poops, but he already

seems like a wise and thoughtful little chap. Wyatt and now Sebastian are being raised

by me and my best friend and former partner Benjamin Masoni, were co-parents. Wyatt

calls me daddy, and Benjamin is Papa, where a family. Benjamin is also in the process

of adopting Wyatt, so Wyatt's last name will be changed soon to Masoni Cooper as well.

Wyatt helped us put together Sebastian's crib, and calls his little brother by his middle

name, Luke. Sebastian is a mouthful for a 22-month-old. We want to thank the amazing doctors

and nurses who helped bring Sebastian into the world, and most of all, thank the surrogate

who carried Sebastian and gave birth to him. The sacrifice is she and her family, her

entire family, made, and the love that they gave Sebastian this past year has been extraordinary.

We'll never forget the kindness of her and her family and all surrogates who helped

bring new life and new love into the world. When I announce Wyatt's birth, I said that

I like to imagine my mom and dad and brother, all of whom are no longer alive, with their

arms around each other, smiling and joyful at his birth. Well, these past 22 months,

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