My little joy pill...

Dear Nicky,

Whenever I think about you I get happy. The future can be uncertain and frightening, quite frankly, but when I think about something you've done, or some new noise you've made, or even a particular way you smiled at me one time, I just can't help but feel happy. Sometimes parents get into fights and one or both might not even know the reason why. Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and as far as I was concerned, it wasn't that great. There was no food all day, and then when it came it wasn't that great, either. Then we had to watch some DVD about some guy who "found God." When we got home last night, Mom was so tired she just went straight to bed. Today, she took you back out to your grandparents and did who knows what. I just hung out around the house. I finished a book I was reading. Now we'll have to find something else to read together. I was very happy to see you when Mom brought you back. You must've been very active because you were hungry and tired. I gave you some chow and you went right to sleep. I adore you.

Love,
Dad