It was 1978 the other night. Eating grilled cheese and soup on trays a little too close to the TV after decorating our Christmas tree watching a Charlie Brown Christmas. It is without a doubt on the melancholy side. Poor Charlie, but fortunate us. Christmas 2008 is the first time I spoke with your birthmom Jo Jo, Henry. You know this. Not a one of us will ever forget. Special season for many reasons.
Love you,
Mama
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