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It looks like it’s been a while since I’ve written, and you’re almost the size of a lime. Since the last time I wrote you’re existence has been announced to the world … well ok, maybe just close friends and family. You’re mom and I were on the phone for a couple of hours last Friday night. Everyone is very excited … especially my parents and step-parents. Grandpa Mike had a pretty big smile when he got to work on Wednesday after his and Nona’s trip to Europe. Grandma Paula is also very excited. Anyway, not to use the word too much, but everyone is very happy and excited. I have all of these weird feelings about the prospect of being a dad. I really want you to love me as much as I love you. We haven’t even really met yet, and already, I don’t think there is anything in the world that I love as much as I love you. And at the same time, I’m really freaked out that you’ll think I’m the biggest goober in the world, which I can be. I want to read you a story, a really cool story, even if your mom doesn’t like it. But I want to read it to you in Latin. I have to learn it first, and I’m hoping that I’ll be able to teach it to you so you’ll understand what I’m saying. Although I’m sure that for the first couple of months you won’t really understand anything I say, and you’ll be focusing more on eating and sleeping and soiling yourself, but I think we can have some fun with the story at any rate. Anyway, time for me to go to bed. Even when you’re all grown up you’ll see that you have a bedtime. The only time that really isn’t the case is college. But that’s for another time. Love you.