Sunday Letters

Dear Little Sebago, you were beautiful and brutal this week. I have the bruises and memories to prove it. Dear Lake House, sometimes we had far too many people in you. In fact, my bedroom just became a bed instead of a room since it was wall to wall beds. Dear Tennessee, after your convincing phone call I may just move down there with you. At the very least we need too see each other soon. Dear Best Friend, so pumped to share vacation stories and pictures with you. Dear Self, figure out where you are living next. Dear Jeff (or Fej), sorry my cousin stole your name tag and special license card in Wal Mart. I hope you still know who you are without your name tag.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear Sam, I don't mind if you dance through the aisles in Wal Mart, just please try to dance in the direction we are heading. Dear Kid, last night you were snoring really loud. Instead of throwing something at you, I just went back to sleep. Dear bedroom, when over 75% of you is wall to wall beds, you cease being a bedroom and are now lovingly referred to as bed. Dear Best Friend, one word-cruise, two words- have a blast (okay thats three words)! Dear lake, one afternoon out and I have already had both elbows and one lip bleeding. I would say it was pretty successful. Dear Sequoia, you are now my favorite family car. You know why. Dear head, lets try to make this a pleasant week without any headaches.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear body, you have picked a very bad time to get sick. Dear waterslides at PWL, today you gave me the roller coaster stomach drop feeling. I liked it a lot. Dear kids, I loved hearing about SC tonight at dinner. You both amaze me. Dear Tennessee, talking with you tonight was wonderful. Thanks for sharing in the ups and downs of both of our lives. Dear BK, I don't blame you for leaving tonight when the schoolwork made an appearance. Dear grad school, here we go, 10 more weeks in the trenches. Dear Best Friend, spending yesterday texting about "So You Think You Can Dance" quite possibly made my day. I think I will keep you around for a little bit longer. Dear Maine, I am pumped.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear tube, I have tube burns from you. Dear pretty pretty wakeboard, sorry I had a bad run yesterday, maybe tomorrow will better. It was my fault and not yours. Dear West Branch, you were super busy today and made me a bit nervous at times. Dear arms, stop being sore from moving rocks, tearing down structures and ripping apart jungles. Sorry you took a beating yesterday. Dear last week of break, please go by slowly. Extremely slowly. Dear kids, today you left for your first missions trip and I am beyond excited for you. You two make me quite proud. Dear sugar ants, thanks for not following us back to the OH from Vieques. Dear best friend, we should talk soon. I have some things you would be interested in knowing. Dear mama, your chocolate mousse was a-ma-zing. Dear self, go to sleep. You need a nap.

Peace.