Free at last...

Dear son,

Tonight was our last Lamaze class. While I'm relieved that it's over and I don't have to make the grueling drive into the city during rush hour to sit in an uncomfortable chair for three hours, I'm also feeling a strange sense of loss. It's weird and surprising. I must admit that that class kind of grew on me. The teacher was nice, and it was nice to see people with the same questions and concerns as us. We'll see them again in May for a reunion, and you're coming with us. Also, we're expected to bring some kind of meal, so maybe some meatloaf or baked ziti, I'm thinking.

Love,
Dad