My baby,

I feel like I ran the marathon yesterday, I was so tired all day today. The effects a bad grief day can have on your body have kind of caught me off guard.

I’m lying in the boys’ room and putting them to bed right now. It’s Lucas’ pick tonight so we are listening to Christmas songs. For whatever reason, it’s reminding me of winters in Missouri and turning the heater on. This may sound a little crazy, but one of my favorite times at the start of winter is the first time the heater gets turned on. It typically fills the house with this burning type smell and it’s just so cozy. That’s what’s coming to mind right now as I lie here.

I always had a favorite “heater” spot in my house growing up and you guys had one in Missouri. Missouri’s best spots were in the kitchen under the window and on the side of the dining room under another window.

You guys always congregated around that vent in the kitchen and sat there and I cooked. Missouri had the most narrow kitchen and the four of you seemed to love hanging out in that room the most. I have several pictures of you guys over by the vent, that’s how popular it was.

It’s the little things in life that I appreciate. You gave so much. I love you more than anything, baby. Goodnight and sweet dreams.