Dear Children, you don't have to leave for school until 7:30 so there is no need to wake up at 6AM! And if you do, don't wake me. Dear Boxes, we have so many boxes. I've been collecting them for awhile now. For Christmas, you know, so the kids can't peek at the gifts. But now I'm realizing after gifts for 7 children are wrapped up in boxes there is nowhere to put them without the small floor space we have disappearing. Little gifts in big boxes will make us look rich! Dear Awkward, mailing two boxes. Reminding myself over and over before and after we taped them shut whose was whose. Getting to the post office and having no idea which box to send where. I opened one and then proceeded to write the wrong address on it anyway. The post lady saved the day after she watched me look like a dummy. I mean I'm awesome. Dear Calender, this month leading up to Christmas is so full. I just want to stay home every day and take a long nap. Dear Dr, G. this was our first time meeting you. You are one strange, swearing little man. Haha It's always entertaining to hear a little man try to be funny, but using no emotion or sign that you are joking. It took me a little bit to realize it was ok to laugh. Dear Kade, you called me from the office at school to tell me "the good news" you ate your first tomato And pickle on a hamburger. And you liked it. Dear Avary, you have been home with TWO pink eye's and a bad cough.You laid on the couch and watched animal rescue shows. Not cute little things, no, alligators and that type. Poor silly little girl. Dear Hailey your orchestra concert sounded great. I love hearing you play music. Dear Hazel, you have been wrapping up all of your stuff and putting it under the tree. We might have some surprises on Christmas morning. Dear Work Party, I always like free steak. It was yummy. And Will got some nice pocket knives in the gift exchange. Someone at work asked him if he had one in his pocket. He said No but I have a cut on my pinky from opening them. Ha. Dear Will, I was glad you got to drive me to my Dr. appt in Tuscon this week. I have no idea where to go. I am grateful for you every day. I love you. Dear Self, I am my own worst critic. It usually works that way, right. I hate it when my best isn't what it once was or should be or could be. When I can't live up to my own expectations. But somehow it's all I can do. I just need a break from myself maybe. Just makes me that much more grateful for my Savior and how he knows my heart so fully. I don't have to try to put into words things that there are no words for. And He will always love me anyway.
