An Open Letter

Everything Michael should know, but I'll forget to tell him.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Bad Days Lately

Dear Michael:

Mine, not yours.

Which works out alright in balance because when I get home at night, I quickly shed coat and jacket and work bag and meet you down stairs or in the living room. To calls of "DADDY!" usually accompanied by lots of jumping.

All of which is great for making me feel better after a long, painful day at work.

Thanks.

Love Dad

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