Dear Sawyer,
I was sitting next to your crib tonight as you were falling asleep and started thinking about Uncle Tony, which made me cry. You noticed, immediately sat up and said, "Mama, you sad? Be brave. Let me get you a napkin." Then you stood up to get a tissue and used it to lovingly blot my nose. Thank you so much, sweetheart.
Love,
Mom
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