Dear Reese,
Fever down, but you’re still feeling out of sorts, poor thing. The day still feels tricky for you, and for me too (you were up before 5am, darling), but we make the most of it.
A lot of the time, you just want to be held. You curl into my shoulder and I love having you there. I break out the mobi wrap to carry you around the house for a little bit with some support.
No more fever by bedtime, so hopefully another night’s sleep and you’ll feel more ready for the week.
Love,
Mama