Marshall was having fun playing on his own this afternoon, so I took the opportunity to wrap his Christmas gifts. As I started writing the to and from, it hit me. I have been waiting for what feels like forever to write “From: Santa” to one of my own children. My eyes filled with tears at what turned out to be a very bittersweet moment that sort of snuck up on me. I am so looking forward to celebrating Marshall’s first Christmas. But I am also saddened that it’s one more Christmas without Lewis. And it certainly didn’t escape me today that there are twenty children whose names should be on gifts under the tree this year but will not be. Twenty sets of parents who won’t be playing Santa–at least not for all of their children.