Dear Zoë,
I'm not downstairs at the table with a glass of wine and a plate of turkey. I'm upstairs listening to the laughter and conversation with you in my lap. You didn't sleep well this afternoon, and needed to go to bed earlier than I expected. I just wanted to let you know that I'd so glad you chose me for comfort. I'm so happy to snuggle you in my arms. This is quite possibly the only Thanksgiving I'll ever miss, but it's your first, and since you're what I'm most thankful for today, it's perfect. Your fleecy pjs soft on my fingers and your little hands reaching up to my face. Perfect. Thank you.
Love, Mom
