This morning after The One Year is also Christmas Eve. In so many ways, this feels like the first Christmas without him.
Did you know Christmas Eve was his favorite day of the year? He most loved being a dad on this day, every year. We stayed up late, putting toys together. We had a gift-wrapping assembly line: he wrapped, I tagged and bowed. He was the practical; I was the pretty.
I haven't wrapped a single gift yet. Wrap without him? I haven't done that in twelve years.
Wrapping without Robb: that is the metaphor for anything good that's lacking the very best part.
And yet, two little boys are sure they've made the Nice List and Santa is bringing some amazing things. Indeed he is.
Mommy needs to wrap them.