We bought our Christmas tree last Thursday. Nate picked it out, and my sister helped me get the lights on it. Then on Friday, Amadis came over after work and we put some ornaments on it.

When I opened the box containing Sarah’s stocking, I broke down and sobbed. Nate asked, “What is it?” and I think I managed to tell him.

I tried to keep his hands off the fragile ornaments, but I misjudged one. Santa riding a goose; it was one of Sarah’s favorites. I thought it was tougher than it turned out to be. Of course Nate dropped it, and it shattered. He was shocked; he was so sorry. I told him it was my fault, and he shouldn’t feel bad, and I gave him a big hug. And I was sort of surprised to realize I didn’t feel anything. I guess after a while, you reach a point where it just doesn’t get any worse.

And you know, they were all her favorites.