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.