"Dear Mom, I Have Moved Away..."

"You can come and visit me any time you want.
Love, Alex"

He has officially moved to the "OTHER" side of his bed. On the floor between his bed and the window. He's got it all set up, complete with blankets, stuffed animals, hotwheel cars and more paper and pens, so he can write me more notes to leave on the floor by the stairway.

I think I might have time to go visit tomorrow morning...