Dear Children, I must love you a lot because I am going to "muffins for mom's" at 7:30am and then "family fun night" to watch a movie outside at your school on the same day. And we all know you have no intention of actually watching the movie. And I remember the "spring Sing" all too well.
Dear Piano Recital, it still baffles me that my kids can get up there and play their songs with hardly any practicing. Kade almost didn't make it he turned bright red and looked like he wasn't breathing, but he started over and made it through just fine. Hailey got up there and played hers well too, she likes the attention a bit more than Kade. Ha.
Dear Little Girls, after the last couple of weeks I wasn't taking any more chances so I took you both in for an eye exam. You both passed. Then you packed your backpacks and had your swimsuits on under your clothes. Hazel finally spilled the beans that you were planning on sneaking out after I went to bed, you were going to Sunsplash...with a flashlight. Smile.
Dear Briana, it has been a year. I can only imagine how hard it has been for your family. I miss you. Your family are always in my prayers.
Dear May 8th, you were one of the hardest, saddest days of my life. I literally came home and crawled in my bed. No one let me stay there, but still.
Dear Avary, you are a little pistol lately! What happened to my sweet tempered babycakes?
Dear Kade, we had our last class this week. You loved them.
Dear Rainstorm, sometimes that is the best, a windy, rainy, cloudy, dark, thundering kind of day. And of course we can always use the moisture here. I made the kids come in when the pecans started flying off the trees in the wind, that could hurt.
Dear Face, we have never gotten along very well, but I have learned to accept what God gave me. But did I really need a zit right in the middle of my forehead? I'm in my 30's for crying out loud!
Dear Sis, thank you for watching my little girls and spending lunch with me on a very hard day, it meant a lot.
Dear Hazel, there are some who have never had the opportunity to experience how loud you can be. Let's put it this way, Avary literally fell asleep with her fingers plugging her ears.
Dear Mother's Day, I just hope my kids can all get along for one day, I'm not going to hold my breath.
Dear Self, I just keep getting up, I think that counts right now.
