Especially to those of you dads spending your first one apart and are struggling. It may not be very merry or bright, but you got this. You’ll get through this one, and the next and the one after. I remember balling my eyes out on my first one. Went skiing after mom came and got him at exchange time. Cried the whole time, despite it being an amazing powder evening, but it’s since gotten better. Much better. Hang in there guys. You’re in the worst of the storm now. Take care of yourselves. Peace.