Tuesday the Eleventh
Yesterday was so warm that I sat out in the sun and took an ozone-bath. I sat there, staring down at my boy, realizing that I was a mother. My boy—bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh! It’s so hard to believe! And now I am one of the mystic chain, and no longer the idle link. I am a mother. And I’d give an arm if you and Chinkie and Scheming-Jack could see my boy, at this moment. He’s like a rose-leaf and he’s got six dimples, not counting his hands and feet—for I’ve found and kissed ’em all—on different parts of his blessed little body. Dinky-Dunk came back from Buckhorn yesterday with a lot of the foolishest things you ever clapped eyes on—a big cloth elephant that grunts when you pull its tail, a musical spinning-top, a high-chair, and a projecting lantern. They’re for Dinky-Dink, of course. But it will be a week or two before he can manipulate the lantern!