My oldest asked me today if (assuming we could convince his dad) he could be with me for Christmas. After having been alone for the past 2 years at the holidays feeling lost and hopeless, I now actually have hope for a happy holiday season. I don't know if he realizes just how far that one moment went to heal the years of despair and fear that have been constant companions since I lost custody of my children. I've spent what feel like a life time convinced that as the time passes they need/want me less and less. I've convinced myself more than once that they would have happier, more well adjusted if I wasn't a part of their lives anymore. Tonight he proved to me without question that he still does want me, that I am relevant to their lives, and that things will some day get better. 
I love you, Jamie. Thank you for the biggest blessing I could even imagine at this point. When I said tonight was going to be about dragons, I didn't realize you were going to be the one slaying them.
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