Dear Elvis,

Ordinarily this is the time of year when I sit down and write something reflective and poignant about the unique joy you’ve brought into my life.  However, today was a very long day.  You’re still not asleep.  Your birthday threw up on my house.  Your father is passed out, drunk on chocolate cake and possibly the flu.  I’m tired.  You’re a great boy.  I love you.  Good night.

X’s & O’s,

Mommy