Days of drudgery, nights of misery...
Dear Nicky,
I love you, but you are the worst sick kid ever.
Love,
Dad
I love you, but you are the worst sick kid ever.
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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