Dear Employer, Thank for sending us home early on Thursday afternoon. One o’clock is a perfect time to end the workday. I was able to run errands, stock up on holiday food and still get home in plenty of time to spend a few hours before dark with my family.
Dear Oil Change Man, You creeped me out a little bit. You did a great job on my very first oil change in the new car, but your jokes were a little sketchy. No need to comment on my weird email address or offer to grease my fingernails while spraying the door hinges. Nope. Not at all.
Dear Three Day Weekend, You were amazing. Family time at the pool is always good, but kabobs and American flags make everything better.
Dear Morgan Creek Winery, Your Independence Day celebration was amazing. The fireworks might not be as big and extravagant as the ones downtown, but the short drive home more than makes up for it. We will be sure and bring our tailgate gear next year, because you would have been a lot more fun if we’d known what we were doing.
Dear New Little Pea Gravel Garden, You are going to be oh so cute when we finish. I’m sorry that the local hardware store doesn’t carry gravel anymore, but we should be able to properly dress you this afternoon. I’m looking forward to the lack of grass growing on our porch steps and the muddy spot under the hosepipe. You are going to be so much more functional by the end of the day.
Dear Local Real Estate Market, You are getting on my nerves. Why are houses so tiny and land so expansive (expensive, too – but I meant expansive). We did hear about a cute little property that we might want to investigate, though. Fingers are crossed that we can stop stalking you every day.
Dear Hudson, Why are you almost a year old? I didn’t want to design your birthday invitations just yet. And I’m sorry that I can’t buy you those uber cool puzzles that I loved. Somebody beat me to it and I have to come up with a new idea before your party. Can we agree on a really great name for me soon? “Aunt What’s-Her-Name” is kind of a mouthful.
Dear Husband, Thank you for saying I would be really good at that thing we talked about regarding the Four Year Plan. Just when I think I’m all boxed into this square, you encourage me to try new things and think bigger and bolder and go out on a limb. Thank you for thinking I have more potential than I would ever consider. Maybe just maybe, you’re right.
Dear Night Swimming, You are the best. My children love you, I love you and the temperature is considerably better than day swimming. And let’s not forget that you are a pretty amazing song, too.
Dear Legs, We are going to attempt a run again today and I’d really appreciate it if you’d cooperate a little more than you did last week. I know it’s been awhile, but we used to run 13 miles at once, so surely we can cover four without you giving up. Pretty please?
Dear Dr. Pepper, It’s been seven days. I miss you a lot, but it’s clear that I can live without you. I watched Josh drink you from a styrofoam cup yesterday (from Jack’s, no less) and I didn’t even cry. I drank some sweet tea to help me cope with the lack of caffeine, but I’m pretty sure I can transition to water only this week. I didn’t even have a headache today. I wonder how many more days will pass before I don’t dream about you anymore?
The format of this post last week was one of my favorites. It was inspired by the “Friday’s Letters” series on this blog. Ashley isn’t sharing letters on Fridays anymore or hosting a link up, but I’m thinking about writing my letters anyway. There are so many inanimate objects that I need to speak to!
