My baby boy,

I had therapy today and went in thinking I knew exactly what I was going to address. While I did know what I was going to address, I had no idea what would come up as I talked some of it through with her.

It was a heavy session and I never was able to get myself back after it. The rest of the day was spent in this emotional haze where I was just trying to tune out the world.

I got the tree up and most of the lights put on it. Your brothers kind of helped put the branches on, until they got distracted enough to play in the big box from the Christmas tree. You were always good with keeping the putting together process organized and going in order with the branches from the bottom to the top. Your brothers started that way, but then took them all out of the box and just started attaching them randomly. I had to remind myself that it was not a big deal and to let them just help, even if it’s not the way I want it done.

I’m hoping tomorrow is a little better. I hope you can stop by and see the tree. I love you more than anything, baby boy. Goodnight and sweet dreams.