Pleasant breeze...

Dear Nicky,

It's a lovely evening outside, and there's a gentle breeze blowing into your room. I hope you like it. I hope you're comfortable. It's hard to know. We have some more doctors' appointments tomorrow. Sorry. We went out on Route 280 to get to Stepping Stones today. We were cruising along, then got stuck in traffic yet again. I'm sorry about what we put you through, pal. I'm sorry we push you so much or not enough. Basically, I'm sorry.

Love,
Dad