Comfort.

While these past few days have been even more rough than I can actually describe and tell you, the most important thing to me, and my most important worry, is what's keeping me up at night. It's 4:30 AM. I don't want to go to bed. I can't sleep. I'm so worried. My only regret is that I can't be there to comfort you.

Baby, you're stronger than I ever have been. I know you can do this, even with that time of the week going on. I wish I could be there to comfort you and hold your hand, keep you in bed all day and help you to the bathroom if you needed it, getting your meds, drinks, yogurt, icecream, whatever it is you needed. Doing every little thing you needed done around the house, and taking care of your every wish and your every need, just so I can eventually hold you close at night in my arms as you fall asleep, knowing that you can go to sleep worry-free in the most protecting arms you've ever felt.

I love you, Brittnee, and I know you're going to make it through. It's just the last thing I really need to worry about right now.

I love you. Xoxoxo. Goodnight & Sweet Dreams...