Your mama is really struggling today. Despite the sunshine and the laughter and the knowing and feeling of just how precious you are and just how incredibly lucky I am, I am struggling.
I feel as though I have fallen into a well of melancholy. I wish I could erase the scene of me bursting into tears in front of you. But it has now firmly planted itself in your elephant like memory. I am just sad. So very sad. I know it will pass.
I love you so very much.