Dear Daddy,

Thank you for the card and the tender message you wrote inside. Mommy of course cried while she read it and she plans to read it to me often while you are away to remind me of your love. Mommy misses you a lot and has made me promise not to grow and change too much before you return home.

I don't know who I inherited it from but it turns out I'm a gassy baby. Mommy and Nonna have had their hands filled with me today as I twist and grunt and burp and spit up. All three of us are pretty tired as every time I settle down and am close to sleep I feel the gas and let out a wail to which mom and Nonna immediately respond.

Mom doesn't like to hear me cry but she knows it's natural for a baby to have gas and the best she can do is try to comfort me. She is fighting her instinct to emotionally react to my tears. Until I have words she is going to hear me cry a lot and she can't get worked up ever time I shed a tear or two.

I was on my best behaviour when Brittany and Nonna Sandra visited. Uncle David's "prop baby" theory came into play as I slept quietly in Nonna Sandra's arms the whole time they were here.

The hockey game is tied 2-2. Mom likes watching the game because it makes her feel close to you. I wonder if I'll want to play hockey when I grow up?

I miss you daddy.

Love,

Sarah xo