Happy Easter...

Dear Nicky,

Today, as you probably sensed from the organ music and choral singing, we went to church for Easter. It was a Presbyterian church, which I believe is to Christianity what lite beer is to regular beer, but it was still very nice because God sends us messages at any time and any place. The message I got today was the same message my own dad has been saying to me throughout this last difficult month: "Your father is with you." This is very comforting to me, for it has two meanings the way I see it, the first being that my father, your namesake, is with me; the second being, of course, that God, the father of the universe, is with us. Then we went to your mom's parents' house where we spent some time and had lunch, which was okay, but the scalloped potatoes and the roasted tomatoes were too watery. The ham and asparagus were really good, though. Your cousin Charlotte made a mess in the living room with plastic Easter grass and stuff. Then we came home. Your mom and I were feeling kind of low and tired, but then we had some laughs and our spirits were revived. Laughter is one of the best medicines. God bless and keep you.

Love,
Dad