Monday, October 26, 2009

Dear Augosto,

As you probably don't know(I assume this due to my understanding that your vision is limited to a distance of 8 to 15 inches), I am not there. I'm back at school in Evanston, which basically means I'm knocking out a lot of writing assignments and reading a lot more plays, textbooks and...poetry(Yes, poetry. I have to admit that there is something about poems that help inspire me when it comes to finding the right words in my plays & screenplays. But I don't just read any ol' poet. I pick the ones who know how to bend ideas & paint pictures with the smallest amount of letters. My current favorite is Martin Espada.).

But back to what I was saying. After a week full of adventures with you--the bassinet, the car seat, the flying "mustard seed"--I had to get on the Megabus and get ready for today. I won't dwell on this too much(because this will be part of my routine until I graduate in June) but I will say that it wasn't easy leaving. Believe me, I would rather be at home, hanging out with you and helping out your mother as best that I can.

Luckily, your mother has some help--your grandparents. :)

They flew in two Saturdays ago in hopes of being around to see you when...you arrived(I was going to say, "...when the stork brought you" but then I realized that by the time you read this I am almost positive you will know where babies come from. I learned in 5th grade and I have to admit that I was bit a stunned and worried. I even remember telling myself, "I have to do that?!!").

I figure it is worth noting that grandma and grandpa Lopez had some great timing. They weren't even in town a full 48 hours before you decided it was your time to "make an entrance."

I have no doubts your grandparents are enjoying you as much as I have. But then again, why am I telling you? Here is proof.




There is so much more I want to tell you but homework awaits.

Have a great day.

Love Dad.

PS. Talked to you on the phone today. Actually, I was the one talking and you were just listening. I think you grunted a few times.

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