Dear Reese,
Something doesn’t feel good to you this evening. There are tears. I hold you through it and sing extra songs after I turn off the light in your room. I imagine crawling in there with you and staying all night, so you know that I am there by your side.
Earlier, you held my hand and raced around the foundation of our house. You stood in the room that will be your room. Soon enough.
Love,
Mama