…Today’s Letters style, because I love them (letters AND the blog) so…
Dear Megan (SortaCrunchy), thanks for spreading the word about hope. Someday, in that big worship service in the sky, I hope we are in near-enough pews to shake hands during the ‘greet-your-neighbor’ part. If not, expect a heart-felt shout-out and high-five comin’ your way.
Dear Gideon, the red purse theme you’ve had going for a few days does not frighten me in the least. You, of all children, can pull it off. Literally and figuratively.
Dear Rylie, pretty sure your face when I said ‘guess what we’re going to the zoo and they have giraffes’ was maybe the best thing ever.
Dear Rylie and Gideon, sorry it took almost 2 hours to get back to Uncle Dan’s from the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. You did not appear to mind…much.
Dear first calf of 2011, you make hobby farming awesome with a capital CUTE. Please know I’ve asked several times on your behalf if you can sleep in the bathroom. Alas, the answer is always no.
Dear Curtis James, so smitten to be married to you. Sorry I didn’t sing much in church yesterday. It may have been because you were loudly attending to your own version of Low in the Grave He Lay. Forevermore, I will sing: Low in the Gravy Lay. Blast.
Care to settle something, TexasNorth neighborhood? Easter Dinner. There are rules. Yes?
- Scalloped Potatoes
- Green Beans
Am I wrong? Thanksgiving is turkey. Easter is ham. That’s just how it is. It’s in the Constitution… or hidden in the latest health care bill.