TO ART (A LETTER FROM YOUR DAD):

Little Arthur,

I don't know you yet.

I dream about you often. In my dreams I can't see your face, but my heart bursts with a love I have never known before. A new kind of love for me. The kind of love that I imagine only a father can have for his son. A love that grows larger everyday as we work so hard to get you here.

You are such a mystery, little man. I miss you so much and I've never even met you. I think about you all the time. What are you doing as I write this? What will you be like? What will you grow up to be?

I daydream about carrying you around and showing you off. I imagine singing you to sleep and waking you up in the morning. I wonder what you smell like and how my heart will feel when you look at me for the first time.

One thing I know for sure is that you will always be loved. You will always belong with us no matter what, and there is nothing you could ever do to change that.

I hope that, while we are apart for now, you can feel my love for you wherever you are. I hope that you can rest knowing that we are doing all that we can do to bring you home to us.

I would do anything for you, Art.

You are my son and I love you.

Love is waiting to bring you home, bud...

Your Pop