Another pounding...
Dear Nicky,
Boy you guys tire me out. I must go to bed.
Love,
Dad
Boy you guys tire me out. I must go to bed.
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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