drmstream[writing]

We drove from Gran­ite Springs to Stam­ford in the mid­dle of the night. You were born in the midst of drama and fan­fare. I held you in the hos­pi­tal room, fell in love with you and have loved you ever since. I had to go home to walk McDou­gal. I drove back in the mid­dle of a sum­mer rain shower. The Pul­sar broke down on Long Ridge Road. I walked up to a house with all the shades drawn. A mossy lit­tle woman came to the door. She refused to let me use her phone. I went next door. A cab picked me up and brought me to the hos­pi­tal. I didn’t have enough money to afford the cab, or a rental, but I didn’t care. My lit­tle girl was in the world. And you’ve been in it ever since, mak­ing me happy and proud and engaged. I love you.

Your dad