March 17, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

As I write this, my sister and her husband are hurtling towards the sun, leapfrogging across the country to meet their new child, born early this afternoon. They have been waiting years for this moment, years that I can only imagine must have been impossibly difficult and frustrating as they witnessed others create families of their own while they sat and waited for a call that felt like it would never come.

But then, this morning, it did come--the birth mother is in labor, come as quickly as you can--and now they're 30,000 feet in the air racing through clouds to meet a child still pink from birth; a child whose small cries and tiny gurgles will reassure them that all the waiting was worth it.

To Nikolas,

Dan