Dear Children, you got to spend time with your Horne side of the family this week. You all had a great time and went to sleep hugging your build a bears. Dear Headache, I was up all night with my head killing me, which meant we were late to church. I thought we were an hour late but we were actually two hours late, I was out of it. It pays off to go to church anyway because I heard a nice lesson and a friend has a daughter who does massage who happened to be there and offered her services. Dear Neck Massage, you were awesome. Chatting while some one rubs my neck and shoulders was close to heaven. Then I went home and the kids fought over who gets to sit and climb on me while tackling me in the process. My headache was back before bedtime. Dear Packing, I spent hours going through the stuffed animals and babys with the girls. They want to keep EVERYTHING. Hazel spent five minutes saying goodbye to each thing I made her get rid of. She's funny. Dear Tires, I needed four new tires. FOUR. Well, five and a spare actually. It was good in a way since the metal was showing and I only got stranded once when I ran over something and not with a blowout. But that can brake the bank, let me tell you. Dear Avary, you stepped on a pencil and stabbed the bottom of your foot. Ouch! I completely sympathize with you. A couple of months ago I stepped on an earing. Dear Thatcher, I had to drive up because in order to register Hazel for preschool just to get on a waiting list you have to be in person, silly. It was interesting though because the gal's son has severs disease also and had to be cast when he was younger. He is older now and still has problems with it. It was nice to talk with someone who understands how frustrating it is. And I also hope she gets into the preschool because it would be free. Dear Future, as soon as I think I am comfortable and accepting of you things change and I don't like it. Dear Awkward, the bump on my head is now a small bruise and still hurts, yeah laugh it up. Dear Wind/Dust storm, I loved to look out and see the stormy sky. And now my car is really dirty. Dear Bishop, I could not ask for a better Bishop. You helped my daughter to feel the Lord's love for her. Priceless. Dear Self, I thought this was when things were supposed to fall into place. I am so tired and would really just rather sit down and cry. Instead I will bust my butt and try to work all the problems out within a very short period of time. And then I will sit down and cry.
