Late, late...

Dear Nicky,

It's late. I wanted to get some more ounces into you this evening and tried to feed you around ten or so. Well, you were hungry so you took your ounces fine, but then you were awake for the next two hours. Earlier today I went to the Target in North Bergen. On the way home I drove through some depressing, depressing neighborhoods. Doing so just helps me to remember to be grateful for what I've got, which is you and Mom, my little family. You're always a delight to come home to.

Love,
Dad