Thursday, April 5, 2012

Dear Baby: April 5, 2012

Dear Baby,

Sometimes your dad writes poetry.

Sometimes he gets to read it to an audience at a hipster cafe and bar in downtown San Antonio.


Sometimes he writes about jazz.

Sometimes he writes about Keats (and calls him Ki-Ki, to everyone's delight).


Sometimes he writes about you and Steve McQueen. It's mostly about you, though.

Sometimes he reads with his friend Jason. And Jason likes it.


Your dad is cool! I like him, anyway.

Love,

Your mom

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