The first note my dad ever wrote to me was in my baby book. I was not quite five months old.
January 26, 1972
Brendan, me boy,
I trust, lad, that the time will come when you will exhibit a bit more intelligence than that presently displayed. You are on your third day of diarrahea (sp?), and you seem to enjoy it! I had rather expected you to exercise a bit more control by now.
Actually, Brendan, I am quite proud of you. I get rather excited when I think of your future. I do hope I won’t be too hard on you. Love God and your fellow man, and serve both. Remember the Sermon on the Mount.
[June 25, 2013]
image: two pages from my baby book, including my first picture, which my dad labeled “Neanderthal Man”