Last year, I dreaded Andrews birthday on May 26th. . It wasn’t as bad as I thought. This year I took the day off and made some plans. Lunch with Nadia and dinner with friends and Ray. I’m already sad. Acceptance sad. I’m remembering all the little boy and baby times. I’ll get through it. It’s just hard. Exhausting. I love Andrew always.
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