Day of Labor...

Dear Nicky,

Today was your first Labor Day. We didn't do anything special, I'm afraid. Mom took you out for a while in the afternoon. I'm still beat from the trip to and from New Hampshire, the one where I did all the driving. We worry constantly if we're feeding you enough or too much, your sleeping habits are not so good, and that coupled with all our other anxieties made today somewhat tense and tiring. I'm sorry if this note is not so cheery. We're not mad or anything, just tired and scared. You're still the greatest and we think you're doing fine overall.

Love,
Dad