My Dearest Branston,
Notwithstanding the risk of sounding like any other sentimental mother, you truly are the most perfect little boy I have ever set eyes on. I cannot wait until your father, Hardoleth meets you, so he may see what we have created. Who would have thought it eh? We are parents, the most unlikely of people.
I shall keep a journal for you, our dear son, so that you may look back upon it when you grow into a fine young man.
For, now please forgive me, my sweet child, but you took almost two moons to draw your first breath in this world, and quite an entry you made, a powerful voice, just like your fathers, I can picture you giving commands already, just like him. I am all alone, and must rest now, for you have taken all the strength I have at this time. Next time I pick up this journal, when I have rested and gained some strength I will record how you came into this world.
Someone will come soon to help, I am sure, we must be patient, please allow me some sleep, I promise I shall wake if you need anything...
