Hey Smiley,
It's Christmas Eve and I've already has a good cry this morning. I have been pretty sick for a while now. You are usually right by my side until I start to feel better. It's weird that your not.

I know that you could care less about dressing up in all the silly Christmas outfits, but you did it because it made me happy. You always wanted me to be happy. My sweet little shadow who loved his family more than life itself.

The Christmas Eve party has been moved to Uncle Dave's house. They don't want my yuck and I don't blame them. Papa and Gramma are going to the party. I am going to stay home with Rosie. That's okay. I'm not feeling up to it anyway.

We'll, I hope you have something fun planned with your best buds up there. At least you won't have to dress up this year! It doesn't seem right celebrating Christmas without my wee little man to join in the festivities.

Love and miss you bunches,

Mom