It is the Christmas season - and it is always hard. I enjoyed the tree and presents and cooking together that your mom and I used to do. After Taylor was born, I had the joy of watching him love the tree and presents, and after Emmerson, the fun of watching her open something wrapped up for her.
But after losing Shellee and you both nine years ago. I could let it cripple me, or choose to move forward with a positive attitude that there ARE people out there who love and respect me and there WILL be even more if I let them in
Merry Christmas to all, and we WILL all have a happy new year - despite the political situation of the United States.
Love,
Grandma Nici
