Last year my wife had tears in her eyes as she watched The Mandalorian season one finale with me.

We just found out we had a miscarriage.

We’d been trying to have a baby for a while, and the heartbreak of losing what we expected to be our first child was especially hard on my wife.

She was never a Star Wars fan, but she seemed to get a profound sense of comfort on a weekly basis watching “Baby Yoda” appear on our TV screen.

She grew attached to the little guy. He seemed to fill part of the hole our unborn child left in my wife’s heart.

All she wanted for Christmas was to hold her own Baby Yoda.