Dear Asher,

I'm your dad. I know you don't remember me, because I leave for work before you wake up and get home long after you're asleep. But I promise, my paternity is true. Hopefully, I'll get to see you tomorrow. Until then, sleep well. Dream of strained carrots, your crazy cousins with whom you played yesterday, the big Wilco/Jayhawks poster in your room, and parents who would do anything for you.


Love
your father