Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, a mother and her teenage daughter drove to the big mall in the big city and shopped for Christmas presents. There, in the forbidden store of joy, the girl found a coat and fell in love. It was red plaid. It was was heavy wool. It was boxy. It was everything she’d never knew she’d always wanted in a lifetime coat.
“Mamma, ” she said- dragging her humbly to the dark wooden foreign-made closet display, “I love this coat. It’s perfect. Because, Mamma… one day (far far away) I’m gonna marry a track star and move out to the country and have a farm with a red tractor and
24 15 9 4 chickens and a little girl. And it’s gonna be cold in the winter, Mamma. And, I’ll need to be warm whilst doing my chores and taking care of your granddaughter and raising her well to love God and work and life. Mamma, I love this coat.”
“It is a nice coat,” the mother replied.
And so the mother bought it.
You, dear friends, can make everything right again by buying me this. Sell a kidney. Sell a kid. I don’t care what you have to do, but that jacket must. be. mine. Does it not have ‘Katie’ written all over it?
I hope you have a fabulous weekend, whatever your plans may be. We love you out here on the farm, and we hope to see you real soon.
Blessings and hugs and mugs of hot cider,
S’ok, Ma. I’m over it. Obviously. Wait. You’re wearing the coat right now? Hold on… lemme get a box of Kleenex and a blue couch for my interview. Love you.