Another lame note...
Dear Nicky,
I'm crossed eyed with tiredness. Forgive me. I'll try to catch you up later.
Love
Dad
I'm crossed eyed with tiredness. Forgive me. I'll try to catch you up later.
Love
Dad
This is an ongoing journal for my baby son, born with special needs in March, 2005. I hope to post in secret to it every day until he is eighteen, and then give it to him in book form. In the meantime, everyone is invited to share my joy and pride with me.
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