Last night before bed, Elliott made me this paper fish and said that he made it for me so that I could feel better.
He told me, *remember Daddy, fish is really good for you. *
How could I not smile and feel better. The truth is that at the moment he gave this to me, I was sitting at the dining room table, in the dark and alone. I was trying to keep it together but not doing a good job.
Elliott's gift of *fish**, *was just what I needed to feel better.
Thank you so much Elliott. You're so sweet and I love you so much. You definitely helped me to feel better. :)
