Dear Elves,
Christmas was something this year. We decided to spend the night at Nana's house. It was fun and simple until about 1 A.M. when Blake suddenly got the flu. He was throwing up every fifteen minutes for a couple of hours. Everly had just gotten over the bug and I was hoping Blake wouldn't catch it--but it wasn't meant to be. It was a long, uncomfortable night for Papa and I. A few times we looked at each other wondering if it would just be easier to go home for the rest of the night. But we stuck it out and in the morning awoke to a couple of feet of fresh snow. So even if we wanted to go home, we could have been stuck in the storm.
Blake tried so hard to be happy and alert for presents. He loved his Big Baymax that he got from Santa, as well as his blankets and stuffies. But we could all just tell he wanted to be back in bed. So we got through most of the presents rather quickly and headed for home across the winter wonderland. It was a quite, simple Christmas after that and one I will never forget. All I wanted was for my boy to feel well. And though my wish wasn't granted that night, things are looking up. My children are alive, and with me, and my husband is here to love and support us. All the best gifts right there.
Love always,
Mama
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