So far, so good...

Dear son,

Today your mom went to see Dr. Headley by herself. I didn't go with her this time. Usually I do. But this time your mother said I didn't have to. I think she said it as a kind of test, to see if I would insist on coming with her. I'm not sure she meant it as a test, mind you, but I sort of don't like being tested, so I sat this visit out. It was a routine checkup, and we had just been to the hospital on Friday for the twenty-week scan, so it was nothing major. But now I wish I had gone. I don't want your mother to ever think we're not in this together.

Today is the eve of the 2004 presidential election. Tomorrow they're predicting record voter turnout. This is the most significant election I've ever participated in. Many in the media are saying it's the most significant election ever. Our country is really split into two totally passionate camps, those who favor the incumbent and those who favor the challenger, and neither camp is going to go down without a fight. I'm excited and nervous. The next few days could be great or they could be awful. Right now you've got it pretty good, though. I bet you're not too concerned with anything else but just floating and growing.

I love you.

--Dad