How's Boston? It sure is weird being here at Grama and Grandpa's house without you. When Mom carries me into the bedroom in the morning after getting me out of the crib I start to giggle because I think you'll be laying there waiting to give me a snuggle! Mom is doing her best to snuggle and tickle me like you do but she isn't nearly as fun.
How are the cats? I am sure you are enjoying spending some alone time with them. Mom says you really do love them even though you say you won't miss them when they croak (but I thought cats meowed and frogs croaked, Dad?!).
I miss you, Dad! Mom does, too.
love & snail kisses,
P.S., Can you believe Mom is going to fly home alone with me next week?! She's nervous. I am, too!