I really miss you today. We don’t really celebrate Easter much, but we probably would have if you were here. Instead I’m nauseous and tired and impatient.

I have been sort of curling in on myself these few weeks. I just can’t seem to manage being social and talkative. I’m fine with your Daddy, but otherwise I just tend to be more quiet than anyone would expect of me. I’m not writing much either. It just drains me so much to keep up the energy at work I just don’t have any left for home right now.