Whenever you're ready...

Dear Nicky,

Everything's pretty much ready for your arrival. We're just waiting on you, but don't feel you have to rush to get here. Except for some mobiles and posters, we're all set. Your mom and I spent some time together this afternoon, sorting and putting away all your clothes and stuff, and then she got her own bag ready for the hospital. Now all is in order. This makes me happy. Why it mattered to me so much I cannot say. Perhaps some of your mother's nesting instinct was transferred to me somehow. God keep you, my little boy.

Love,
Dad