Our Valentine's Day

Dear Natey,

Our Valentine's Day was not what I had hoped it would be. Daddy was set to return in the evening from Arizona, and just as we were about to walk over to the store so we could get the Valentine's Day food and decorations, you threw up all over the living room. After an hour or two of this, I knew you needed some extra help, so I called Kiki to come get Luke, and you and I headed to Emergency.

In the hospital, you were a real trooper. You danced when your Bumpa sang to you on the phone, played peek-a-boo with your auntie's, and you loved smooshing your face up on the plastic around the crib. You watched a whole bunch of TV. You bonded intimately with your Daddy, who never left your bedside.

Four days later, you are home again, but still healing slowly. For several hours after coming home, you were really, really mad at me and wouldn't come near me. I'm so sorry I couldn't be with you in the hospital, but Mommy got really sick, too, and I couldn't take care of you. It seems now that you have forgiven me, and I am grateful.

I thank God that you are okay Natey. I love you so much little man. Happy belated Valentine's Day.

xo

Mommy