3 January — Odin’s 9th birthday: I vaguely recall he crawled up on the bed for a hug. Very, very vaguely.
He handled this all incredibly well.
My memory of conversations from this particular day is now little more than dream-like; no organization or substance. No order or details. I’m told I was “awake” for a short while — an hour or so.
While I’m told this particular day was a milestone of sorts for me, it wasn’t ‘til I was fully awake about two or three days later that I realized this was his birthday.