Well, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. For the first time, we are hosting. I am not sure how it’s going to go. Perhaps I will be so busy I won’t have time to realize I am sad. Earlier this year I imagined dressing you up in a ridiculous outfit and being thankful you were here. I will be thankful tomorrow but not for the reasons I originally thought. I am thankful for the time we did have together. You loved to move around. I miss that. I hope I see a sign tomorrow that you’re with us. Please.