As I write this letter, I hope that when the day comes for you both to become fathers you will take the time to read it. As your mother, I have found that you will have many fears when raising a child. One of them will be the failing effort to raise a respectful, responsible and, most importantly, loving young man or woman. As much as your personal life experiences will teach you, I wanted to give you a little insight on what Mom and Dad have learned so far raising you and your siblings.
My three sons are grown men at 27, 25 and 22. And over the years I have gotten a lot of bouquets of daisies dyed in unnatural tones of bright blue or green; body splash cologne; shirts in sizes way too small; magazine subscriptions; Chinese take-out from my all-time favorite spot for the chicken egg foo young; and CDs that are not really my taste, but theirs.