Dear Tiny,
Hey how's it going punching my hip, huh? You enjoying yourself down there? Think you're pretty funny, don't ya? I couldn't tell if you were LOVING the plane rides or HATING the plane rides, but as soon as our flights took off you were doing some kind of Olympic training in there. Now we're back in Brooklyn and I am very glad to be on solid ground again.
I talked to Uncle Steve tonight for a while on the phone. We talked about when he might come and visit you for the first time. He is very excited to meet you! It was so bizarre imagining you meeting him... you are REAL! You're a real boy! I wonder what you look like!
Love,
Mama
