Dear Mercy,
This morning I had a dream that you fell off the ironing board. We were on someones front lawn. I turned and saw you all alone up there on your high perch from about fifty yards away. I just started running, anticipating that you might fall. Sure enough, you were trembling as you managed to stand up in place on the board, only to do a backwards swan-dive off of it onto the grass. I dove onto the ground as if to recover a fumble! I scooped you up. You were howling like a baby coyote, but you were O.K. What the heck inspired such a dream!?
Listen, Half Pint. It is in fact true that Daddy wishes he could be home with Mama all day so that he could spend more time with you. Sometimes I feel like you don't smile as much at me or aren't as familiar with me because Daddy has a long commute into Boston and then back again, which is about three hours of driving and training. But I know that as you develop, as you are doing so beautifully, that you will see that Daddy is doing all of this for God and to make a brighter future for all of us. Don't hold it against me, and please, please, PLEASE, don't dive off of any high perches when Mama and Daddy aren't looking. And just for the record, you are never, ever. allowed on the ironing board!
Happy 11th month in the world!
Love,
Daddy Bear.
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