February 1, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

We lay there, Janice and I, on the bed with just the dim light of her bedside lamp illuminating her soft, round belly, and watched tiny hands and feet kick and punch inside of her. And we just lay there smiling and talking softly and quietly remembered that, after a month where the both of us were so busy we could barely rest, it's these quiet, delicate moments that truly matter the most.

To February,



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