New Year's Eve, 2006...

Dear Nicky,

Soon it'll be 2007. You've been asleep for hours now. I hope to be asleep in a few minutes. 2006 was a trying year and I'm looking forward to a better 2007. Earlier we went to Whole Foods and got a bunch of stuff. You were so well behaved and charming, smiling and waving to everybody. Tonight we roasted a chicken for dinner. It almost didn't happen because Mom cut her finger. It bled quite a bit, but it wasn't that bad. In 2007 I want to see you walk and talk and use a feeding utensil. Is that selfish of me? That's what I want. Won't you give it to me, my boy whom I love so much?

Love,
Dad