tuesday letters

Dear Emmerson,
When did you go from the chubby baby stuffed in a tutu to the sassy dancing queen, front and center? I’m not sure I signed off on this. 

Dear Arkansas, 
I love rain more than most people, but even I think this is a bit much. 

Dear McDonalds,
Why are your hash browns so good? And so not good for me? 

Dear Husband, 
I love you. Let’s get married again. Say, this weekend? 

Dear Children,
It’s currently nap time. Go. To. Bed. 

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