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Last night, I started to write.

I wrote my first long letter to our little one.

As soon as I started, the words just flowed and it was just like old times, except someone would read these some day, and it would matter. I liked that.

I’ll be writing a lot more from now on. Who knows? Some day when I’m old and grey, I’ll look back on this stuff and cherish the moment that I’ve remembered.