Mr. Link Hendrix

8.29.18

Mr. Link Hendrix,

You’ve been home for a few days now. This letter is late. I haven’t been on the train since you were on your way out that joint, and when I’m at home I keep myself busy learning how to change diapers. 

So far you’re doing great. You’re aggressive and ravenous. You’re cry is simple yet evolved. You’re strong and a spitting image of your daddy. 

I love you. 

You were home for the extinguishing of our doula. She couldn’t hang. Night one showed us all that. I can’t blame her, and there’s absolutely no hard feelings. She’s pregnant and needs to take care of herself first. I can now see how much of an unbelievable miracle is developing in her loins.

I think it was divine order. Thank you for doing what you did. Since then you’ve slept and ate well. Lolol…your projectile vomit on the first night was exquisite. Nerve racking too.

At the moment you’re home alone with your mom. Even though I’m nervous, I’m aware that that’s my own shit. I know she’s got you. You are perfect, as are your brothers. 

I’m off to see Chunky now. I’ll tell him you said hi.

I love you.

I’ll see you soon.

- Daddy