The following are letters to my daughter, Ellie, who was born premature, 4 months too early. They document her many months stay in the NICU, her trials, and the emotional struggles of her mother and I.
I wouldn't be a good parent if I didn't document for you all of the strange sounds that you make. Every time Uncle Zack comes over and hears you grunt, he thinks there's a cat fight going on in the nursery.
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