Dearest Victoria,!!!As you lie there sleeping, I confess that I have spent another hour staring at our son. I keep counting his fingers and toes, marveling at his tiny fingernails, his little nose, his eyes so full of your inquisitiveness. I never thought I could be more blessed with our marriage, but this result of our love, this precious gift, is more than I could have ever hoped for.!!!As I watched you grow big with our child, I could not speak my fears. I see now why you found it so much easier to write. I had not realized how my mother's death would haunt me as you struggled to give birth. But I can breathe easier as I give thanks to God for your health and our son's health. Perhaps we should not risk this again. Perhaps—!!!But of course, my lusty wife, there will be other babies, and God willing, we will both enjoy them for many long years to come.!!!And enjoy making babies, as well.!!!Your well-loved husband,!!!David