Bad cold...
Dear Nicky,
This cold is wiping me out. I can't keep my eyes open.
Love,
Dad
This cold is wiping me out. I can't keep my eyes open.
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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