Good God. I've started this post three times now.
I have many things to say and nothing's coming out quite right.
I can't even make it to the next paragraph. Started that twice.
Perhaps I'll just leave you with a picture of Thomas' tree since my words are failing me so cruelly tonight.
Last year the tree turned red, but as you can see this year it's orange and yellow instead. I knew he would have been a mischievous little imp, that boy.