Dear Spike:
You cried a lot last night. And I let you.
It wasn’t that it didn’t break my heart to hear you cry. It does. But it warms it, too.
You were silent when the doctors pulled you into this world. It could have been for a few seconds. It probably didn’t take longer than a few minutes. But God, it felt like I was waiting for the next millennium.
And when you finally cried, I did too.
Today you are one month old. You cry a lot. Sometimes I try to sooth you, to quiet you.
But sometimes I simply let you cry.
God, I love that sound.
God, I do.
Love,
dad
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