Day one and you've set the bar waaaay too high. High sixties. Outside all.day.long. House projects completed. Kids playing perfectly-ish with one another. Mmmhmmm.
Remind me of this beautiful day when it's over 100 degrees and I want to scream and cry and run around naked.
I need some baby goats. And chickens. And a donkey. And maybe one or two highland cows. That's it.
Thank you for not falling out as we slowly become more blonde. Hang in there.
Dear Kristin Hannah,
Girrrrrl. You know how to write some good books.