Dear Children, I think we are almost free and clear of having fluid in your ears, hopefully that has been the cause of you not listening to me. Dear State Fair, you were actually fun. Thanks to Byron and his family. Who knew I had such nice neighbors, they are so kind to my kids. That makes you love people. The kids had the best night ever. ThankYou! Dear Halloween, you were so busy but we managed it and everyone had fun. Even if I did step in a cupcake. We all had tummy aches to prove it. Dear Primary program, the kids did so great and like always their little singing voices sharing truth brings me to tears. Dear Hazel, you have been sick with a cough and double ear infections. During your part in the program you had a frog in your throat. No, don't bother clearing your throat especially when you get up there and say "Jesus loves everyone, even the bad people" you sounded like a bad smoker or something. I laughed so hard. Until you fell off your chair and cried through the whole last song and prayer and oh the next hour and a half. Dear Nephew Ryan, Hope you had a great Birthday, it made me happy to see you get baptized. Dear Oldest Brother, I hope that your birthday was a happy one. Dear Dr., we have seen way too much of you this week. It does make me grateful for medicine though. Dear Skateland, you were a fun school party. There were a couple of spills that left the kids crying at bed time. Hopefully they are not lingering injuries. Hazel had to be the cutest skating around in little roller skates. Dear Sweet Girl B, it was fun to hang out with you we should do it more often. Dear Avary, we are finally having your party today. Love you babycakes. Dear Kade, you have been wiped out this week and homework after school is pushing you to your limits. You said "mom, you don't know how hard my life is" I asked what is the hardest thing for you right now, you said "having to watch out for bird poop on the trampoline...I mean thinking about high school, how will I ever get through high school I'm not smart enough...and times tables". My poor boy you need more time to just play. Dear Week, you have been so full we had to choose what things not to do. And so exhausting I dream of a vacation of doing nothing and having my feet rubbed, when I actually get some sleep that is. Dear Self, still reminding myself to be patient with myself, still feeling like I am falling so short of the mark.
