The boys are officially stranded until the end of the month.
The little one still believes in magic, and I know for a fact that Santa will not be delivering items from the wish list to him in Denver.
I’m sure that there is some kind of lesson to be learned from the grief that made me cry all morning, but it is awfully hard to identify.
He is safe, and warm, and staying with dear family members. Missing a holiday celebration is really not a tragedy. But knowing that doesn’t make the situation hurt any less.
He has requested that I not write about him in detail so I will refrain from saying more on the subject.