Dear Husband, you were given a calling after being in church for one hour this week. Dear Public Speaking, you make me nervous and now everyone knows who I am. Darn. Dear Flu, you made this week so miserable. I. hate. vomit. Dear Ward Members, you have been so welcoming and kind and helpful. Showing up with soup, calling around for Dr's and checking on us everyday. I can see that you are not going to let me hide away like I had planned. Dear Dishwasher, I was a little confused at the disaster you created and how quickly water can ruin things. You brought me to the brink of tears. Dear New School, I take my peeps education very seriously. I am unsure about you, please be a pleasant surprise. Dear Secret Santa, I am still amazed at how thoughtful and giving you were. Watching the kids faces while they play with all of the amazing gifts warms my heart. Things they would never ever get otherwise. Dear IHOP, you were good and your hot chocolate was warming and tasty. But you aren't Barros Pizza. Dear Snow, you were so pretty, but you melted revealing our backyard to consist of concrete and mud. Just what every mother with white carpet dreams of. Dear Ric, I am glad you are willing to drive me around after work so I don't have to pay attention to where I am going.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Friday Letters
Dear Husband, you were given a calling after being in church for one hour this week. Dear Public Speaking, you make me nervous and now everyone knows who I am. Darn. Dear Flu, you made this week so miserable. I. hate. vomit. Dear Ward Members, you have been so welcoming and kind and helpful. Showing up with soup, calling around for Dr's and checking on us everyday. I can see that you are not going to let me hide away like I had planned. Dear Dishwasher, I was a little confused at the disaster you created and how quickly water can ruin things. You brought me to the brink of tears. Dear New School, I take my peeps education very seriously. I am unsure about you, please be a pleasant surprise. Dear Secret Santa, I am still amazed at how thoughtful and giving you were. Watching the kids faces while they play with all of the amazing gifts warms my heart. Things they would never ever get otherwise. Dear IHOP, you were good and your hot chocolate was warming and tasty. But you aren't Barros Pizza. Dear Snow, you were so pretty, but you melted revealing our backyard to consist of concrete and mud. Just what every mother with white carpet dreams of. Dear Ric, I am glad you are willing to drive me around after work so I don't have to pay attention to where I am going.