this tree reminds me of Reno, only it wouldn't look like this in Feb.
Dear Children,I love you so much, it kills me to see you sad, but it makes everything worth it when I see you happy. I wish everyone could understand how hard all of this is for you. Dear January, I cannot believe how fast you went now that you are gone, too fast. Dear Funeral, there was such a sweet but heartbreaking spirit there for everyone who loved David Glass and his family. Laughing then crying and having such a sweet example of how a man should truly love his wife and serve God with such love. My heart aches for his family, in every prayer. I appreciated the remarks from the Bishop about grief, you could tell he has felt it before. Dear Briana, I have thought of you so much this week and your beautiful family who are still grieving. Funny thing when ever I am thinking of you a lot little Avary comes and starts talking about you. That is just how you are you came and won over my six yr old for the rest of her life in one day with your sweet spirit. I miss you, but I am sure you are winning many more hearts where you are. Love You. Dear Brandi, having us over for breakfast for dinner was brave of you. Ha. You make me laugh. You have been crowned the best aunt ever. Trying to explain relations to little people is a waste of time so you are now an aunt! Dear Lil Sis, Hope you had a good Birthday and I hope you enjoyed your giant cream puff cake with strawberry topping. Dear Kade, you are improving in basketball and you leave happy. Worth my Thursday nights? Yes. Dear Hair, I was so unhappy with you. I got a new hair cut and tried to go dark brown, but this stubborn red will always shine through. It is so nice not to have split ends though. I forgot that my hair is supposed to be soft and shiny. Dear Surprise of the Week, finding out technically I still own a house. Whaat? No, really that wouldn't have come in handy to know at all, especially for the last SIX MONTHS that me and four children have been living in my parents house. Now lets all say short sale together. Too bad I can't buy my own short sale. Dear Theme for the Year, I am changing you to "I Can Do Hard Things" I say it enough times a week I think it is appropriate. Come What May and Love It went right along with my goal to have a better outlook on the future, but I admit that half the time I want to tell my future to shove it cause it feels too hard. Dear Self, I can do hard things. Try to believe this.
