Irrepressible joy...

Dear Nicky,

Taking care of a little baby is supposed to be hard work, isn't it? Then how come I enjoy hanging out with you so much? Today was our second day alone together and it was even better than the first. You had two therapists come by, speech and physical. Speech was Shelby, who's just great. Physical was a new guy named Marloni, who was really good with you and who you smiled at a lot. I thought he looked like he needed a wash, but he was pretty nice, all things considered. You were so brave and well-behaved and impressive with both; you make me so proud. Mom came home from work feeling a little sick; I hope it's not catching. You and I hung out, played, and talked. My boy, a smile from you is like some kind of euphoria shot. It makes me feel so good.

Love,
Dad