May 20, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

There are moments, like at lunch today--cracking jokes with Janice and a friend across the table, drinking iced tea and eating egg salad, Roosevelt sleeping in his car-seat amid the lunchtime bustle of a popular cafe--where this family thing feels easy and natural. And then there are moments, like in the middle of the night last night--fighting to stay awake on a chair next to his crib, watching him kick his legs endlessly, hoping to buy just a few more minutes for Janice to sleep--where it feels like the hardest thing in the world.

Dan