Tonight I am constantly having to remind myself that if Grey were here with us now, his Christmas would not even compare to the kind of Christmas he'll have in Heaven. That's what I'll keep telling myself. We'll get through this.
Ry is watching the Santa Tracker and just doesn't understand why Santa is not yet coming to Texas, but he swears he hears "dears" on the roof.
I spent all day wrapping presents. Again, life goes on.
Merry Christmas Grey Grey. I love you.