All our times are good ones...

Dear Nicky,

Nothing extraordinary happened today, except that I got to be with you. I'm lucky that way. This morning you had a meltdown around noon or so. You took a nap and woke up starving and I didn't have your food ready yet and you screamed bloody blue murder. You cried so hard, little red marks dotted your face afterward. Doc Moc tells us these are blood platelets being squeezed up into the visible parts of your skin, and they're nothing to worry about. I've probably mentioned these before, but I still don't like them. You did well on all your exercises today, and your mouth and tongue are probably tired from all that palate stuff we do. I really hope we're helping you, Nick, and not just annoying you. We want so much for you to have as few challenges as possible in this life, and I hope we're strong enough to do that for you.

Love,
Dad