Dear Mr... Oh Christ, I can't say Mr. Storky...
Dear Flying Baby Dude, Distributer of Little Souls, etc:
When you decided to give me my first little guy, I wasn't ready. Not financially, not emotionally, and my relationship was only 5 months old. But my beloved and I rose to the occasion, finished our post-secondary education, got jobs, enlisted a lot of help for which we are forever greatful, and have loved each other and our son fiercely along the way. And we waited. And waited. And waited. And now we're ready.
Six years have passed now, and I know I'm seeming impatient, FBD, what with it being my first cycle, but I'm seeing my son grow up right before my eyes. Will you visit us and give our little superhero the invaluable gift of a sidekick?
T'anks muchly,
Insomnimama