Dear Bedroom,
You're perfect. I love you. I love my nighttime routine and the way the light shines in from the window. I love the look of an unmade bed and the thought of crawling back in stays with me all day. (Also, thank you Husband for the dream bedroom.)
Dear Ferns,
Keep being big and beautiful, you sassy, voluptuous things, you.
Dear Jack and Owen,
You are getting TOO big for Aunt Lala to keep up with. Please pause until I see you again. Kthanks.
Dear Book Lovers,
Have you ever been "booked out"? I read (slash listened to) almost 200 books last year and this year I can barely find a single one worth finishing! What is happening?
Dear Allergies/Germs/Sickness,
Go. Away.
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