I'm so very happy for you and your wife! Do I get a cigar? Come on, don't rip me off!
For the past few days I had been wanting to ask you about the pregnancy and the coming birth, but just didn't. (Kind of weird, huh? And I hadn't even noticed you were gone!

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A precious life to care for come from God's heart to your wife's and your own! A bundle of Joy for the Buzzer! Maybe he'll take after his old man and be another Joy Buzzer; he probably already is! Let's just hope he doesn't buzz too much joy into that little diaper of his!

And you'll have to report back here the first time he gets you in the face!

I'd like to hear about that!
Remember his days are precious, and not to allow too many to be taken for granted. They grow up so quickly!

*sniff* Every stinky diaper counts, (*sniff*,) as well as every burp-up. Come baby food time keep paper on the wall so you can frame a splatter. Ooo, you could put it in a shadow box! Wouldn't
that be precious! Then be there with the video camera to catch his first word, "Bzzt!" Ahhhhh, I can imagine it now!
Little Peter Pumpkin Eater... something something something. Or is it different? Who knows. I wish the best for the Pumpkin Eater, the Joy Buzzer, and the poor woman who has to put up with you! God pity her soul.
And remember, we're waiting on those cigars! (I'd have to be taught how to use the contraption however.)
Much Joy to the Buzzer!
