Friday, May 4, 2012

Friday Letters

                           We went to the museum... this won't give you nightmares at all.




Dear Children, you are the messiest little critters there ever was, I am sure of it. Dear Miner's, you are such good friends to spend half your day driving around with me looking at apartments and buying me lunch when we both know you had more important things to do, like take finals, I hope you aced them. Dear Flu, I am watching you visit all the people I hang out with and I am praying you decide to spare us. I feel like you have taken all of my friends hostage. Dear Avary, after we met with the Dr. and he gave you a very nice lecture about what you may and may not do if you want to heal quickly you went in the back yard. I don't think that getting in the irrigation was on that list, getting your casts wet and full of grass. Dear Parents, you all of a sudden decided you wanted to take me to dinner, this was a little strange, but I enjoyed spending some time with just you. When does that ever happen. And then you traveled to the other side of the country. Hmm. Dear Hailey, you received Good Citizen at school again, donut time! Dear ipod's, I spent hours trying to get one to turn on and put music on the other only to forget the car adapter, this kind of ticked me off. And then the next day the dead one just randomly turns on the first try. And then no matter what I tried I could not get the mouse to the computer to work. Seriously? Although driving in complete silence wasn't as bad as I thought, except it made me sleepy. Dear Awkward, driving my Dad's OLD truck, turning the corner and having my door fly open. Good thing I was wearing a seat belt. Dear Hailey, you got your glasses and the whole way home you kept saying "look at that, mom did you see that, oh look at that, look at that sign"! I hope you like seeing better and I never have to make you wear them. You were pretty excited to go and read you book. Dear Cami, I am so glad I found you, I have felt a weight lifted and know that you will be able to help my children. I cannot even express what this means to me. Dear Week, you have been so crammed full of things to do and places to be. By Tuesday it felt like I had lived a whole week and it should have been Friday. End of the school year can be crazy. Dear Self, I can do hard things. And maybe soon I will add something else to that, but right now I feel very blessed that I am able to do hard things.