Well, well, well...

Dear Nicky,

Please excuse me for not writing to you last night. It was the second night of your arrival with us, and Mom and I were extremely tired. As I've mentioned, we've all been under a great deal of stress, and we're pretty wiped out, both emotionally and physically, so when your mom suggested we lie down for a minute, it sounded mighty good to me. The next thing I knew it was morning. I thought about maybe doing some messing around with the dates on this journal so that it would seem like I've never missed a post, but I decided against it, reasoning that whatever happened did so for a reason. There's a kind of appealing quality involved. I don't know exactly how to explain it, but, in my mind, there's some mysterious beauty going on. In other news, we took you to see the wonderful Doctor Cathy Ward today. We found a parking space right in front of her building, which I considered a great sign. Their office space is a little bit on the dumpy side, kind of run down, but her staff seemed nice (they knew enough to make us wait separate from the other babies), and Ward herself is just so darn nice and encouraging I feel like kissing her hand in gratitude. Every time we see her, she has a little bit nicer news. When she checked you today, you weighed four more ounces than you did when we brought you home. That's quite rare, as most babies lose weight the few first days out of the hospital, and it's quite an accomplishment on your part, my little boy. I think you're going to be quite a wondrous handful, a rare and true gift, and the greatest thing that's ever happened to Mom and me. We're crazy about you, buddy. May God bless and keep you.

Love,
Dad