Letters to my sons.

Trying to explain the world to two very small children.

Being welcomed home.

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Dear Son,

when I came home last night you were playing in the kitchen on your Winnie the Pooh fire engine. When I opened the inside door you looked around, smiled at me and said: Hello Daddy!

You then came running at me screaming and laughing with delight. It filled my heart with joy. I just hope that we can always be friends.

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March 22nd, 2007 at 11:51 am

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