friday's letters

Dear Kellen,

I can’t even tell you how great it was to talk to you last night. My little brother. You’re all growed up and we feel like friends now and kind of for the first time in my life I felt like I really had a sibling…I know that’s strange to say and I don’t know how to explain it, but I am so, so lucky to have you in my life and I love you with all my heart. Let’s talk more often ok???

Dear Maya,

You sweet thing….I’m so glad you make my little bro so happy. I can’t wait to meet you and hug you….I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about your kind heart and happy spirit from everyone who knows you and I just want you to know I’m thankful for you :)

p.s. I straight stole this picture right off your Facebook. I love it. You two are just about the cutest thing I have ever seen in all my life.

Dear Macoun & Honeycrisp apples,

You’re finally here! I am dreaming of hot, syrupy apple pies, fancy decorated caramel apples and simple, straightforward munching…..11 months out of the year I don’t even bat an eye at apples, but when October rolls around and your shiny, happy faces show up at the supermarket, it’s on like donkey kong! #yum

Dear Scott,

I know I have said this a hundred million times already, but I feel so guilty. I’m sorry your birthday present is almost a MONTH late. I basically suck. But I think it’s going to be worth it. I dropped a lot of hints last night and I hope you don’t go ruining your surprise, but if you do, I hope you’re excited cuz I am! We’re going to have a blast! And also, thanks for taking care of the pool stuff this week and cleaning up and everything. I love you.

Dear Cough/Cold/Whatever this is,

Enough already. Seriously. Ugh.

Dear John,

I am so ridiculously, outrageously excited to come & see you play next month. It has been far, far too long, my friend. Please save a snuggle for me. you know I’ll be needing a fix ;)

Dear Followers & Bloggy Friends,

Thanks for being patient with me while I work out this funky funk I’m in. I don’t know what my problem is, but every kind word you send my way and every new face I see in my GFC box makes my heart so happy….so, so happy.

Dear Retro Fitness,

I’ll see you this week if it kills me. Tell that arc trainer of yours it better be ready for me. I mean it too. grumble grumble grumble.

I could go on all day, but I’ll stop lest this turn into a snorefest…

Coming next week: all the words my genius boy has added to his vocabulary plus a severe excess of frantic panic nervous breakdowns regarding hair, makeup, outfits, uncomfortable shoes, what the hell lipgloss to wear, feeling fat, trying to detox and every other insane thing you can think of regarding The Brooklyn’s Backyard thing that I kinda sorta just wish would be over already so I can stop thinking about.

crap.