13, 2001 - Wednesday
I called home today and, as usual, his mother put Harry on the phone and, as I have always done, I said, "Harry, it's your dad. Harry, it's daddy." Harry listened. His mother said he smiled. Then, as he did last time I was away and on the phone, said "Daddy." But, this time, after just a moment, added "Harry," as if to say back, "Daddy, it's Harry."
His mother reported that Harry spent another comfortable night in his new bed. However, his mother says this morning when she heard his calling and went in to get him, Harry was standing beside his bed with a big grin .