Sunday, June 18, 2006

Father's Day, 2006...

Dear Nicky,

I was just in your room checking on you. See, summer's here at last, and it's pretty warm outside, so we're running the AC, of course, but sometimes it runs too long and the rooms become like a meat locker and sometimes it doesn't run enough and the rooms become stuffy. So this means we check on you a few times before we turn in to see if you're comfortable, which is what I just did. I check by running the back of my finger against the back of your neck, and it was smooth and dry, very nice.

Today was Father's Day. Not much went on. It was hot. We went to Granny's and you went into the pool. You seemed to like it, and you saw your girl cousins, whom you definitely like and who adore you. Then we ate some food and came home. When we got into traffic under the covered roadway, you started to cry. It seemed like we'd never get home. But we did and you stopped crying as soon as we got out of the car. You were sleepy but you ate a good dinner then finally went to sleep.

Love,
Dad

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