Dear Daniel:

Dear Daniel:

I know you probably won't read this, but still. I really miss you.

I really, really appreciate how hard you have been working for our little, growing family. Especially as I am not able to contribute like I used to. It is not easy for me to let myself be so dependent on someone. But you sure are coming through for us with flying colours, and it's hard for me to put into words just how much that means to me. You are my hero and I love you.

Now, please come home safely when you're all done work for the week. I need you to tell the baby to simmer down, because it's kicking the heck out of me. And it hurts.

The doctor even mentioned today during my measurements that my stomach is getting very tight. The baby is running out of room. (Not actually, it just feels that way.)

Also, as usual, Lewis seemed sad and depressed again. I think he's even more attached to you than I am. Actually, I know this to be true. At least I can plan activities to distract myself, but poor Lewis has been stuck in his kennel so much lately. And it's been very hot outside for him. He doesn't even run around very much. He just rolls in the dirt to scratch his back then lies down and pants. I've been trying to give him extra water lately and make sure that it's cold and fresh, but often Layla or I or both of us end up stepping in a pile of his nasty sticky water vomit later. Poor puppy.

My very own Daniel Clayton. Superhero.