Dear Reese,
This morning, we have an outing with MorMor in Sturgeon Bay—breakfast, and walking, and shopping.
This afternoon, I have the stomach flu.
Tonight, we’re sleeping at the cottage. I haven’t held you in hours and don’t get to give you a bath, or tell you stories, or put you to bed. Thank goodness for MorMor taking care of us both, but I cry a little over it.
Love,
Mama