Monday, December 2, 2013
Dear Little Girl Jumping on the Trampoline at Brinley's Gymnastics Birthday Party,
I'm sorry my son roared so loudly at you. He's just in a dinosaur phase right now and as he says, "RAWR is how you say hello in dinosaur."
Dear Sourdough Bread and Butter,
I just can't quit you.
I always knew you were a great Mom but I never realized just how great, until I became a Mom myself. It's pretty wild to be a parent myself now, and be able to look back at the way you parented me. I can't say thank you enough for all of it.
Dear 16 year-old self,
Did you ever imagine you'd be right here, right now? I bet you didn't. Life has a funny way of working out, and I'm really excited for all of the goodness you'll be experiencing.
Dear X-Factor/The United States of America,
How could you vote off Josh Levi? I'm still distraught over this.
Dear UPS Guy,
I'm sorry you had to see me without a bra on. Again.
Dear Trader Joe's,
Chocolate covered candy-cane Jo-Jos. Thank you.
Dear Current Self,
You're doing a good job and I'm proud of you. Try to go to sleep a little earlier than 11pm this week. There's no sense celebrating a baby who's getting the hang of sleeping through the night when you don't get any sleep yourself (I write this as the clock strikes 11pm, yet again).
and p.s. in the spirit of yesterday's post...if you clicked on the blog title in the hopes this post would be about one of the best albums of all time, then we could definitely be friends! ;)