Then Came the Fall

Matt,

I’m sorry you weren’t feeling well today.

I ordered pizza for Brett and put the leftovers in the fridge in case you’d like some for lunch tomorrow.

I did the best I could to get her ready for bed—I’m not sure what kinds of routines you guys follow but she was beat by the time she went down, which was after nine.

I hope you feel better in the morning. Please shoot me a text to let me know you’re okay.

Taylor