Little kicker...

Dear son,

Your mother and I were lying in bed, and I could feel you kicking inside her. I could feel you with my hand even through the comforter, so strongly were you kicking, and I could feel you kicking against my hip. You seemed to respond to the sound of my voice. I like to think so, anyway. Then your mom fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. I let her stay like that for the longest time, just listening to her sweet breathing and feeling your softer fluttering. This is one of those things where you'll have to wait till you become a father yourself to fully grasp the depths of emotion I'm only hinting at.

Love,
Dad