It’s time for Friday’s Letter’s! Be sure to link up with Ashley at Adventures of Newlyweds (do your Friday’s Letters, then go to her blog and add your link at the bottom). Before you leave her blog, click on 5 other blogger’s Friday’s letters to meet new bloggers and find new friends – and you might just get a new follower back!
Dear God…thank you for not letting the tears spill out of my eyes when I sat with our older neighbor to tell him I was sorry his wife had left this world. Strong, older men with tears in their eyes is nearly my undoing.
Dear God…thank you for making the circle of life so obvious. While our elderly neighbor was passing on into the next world, our young neighbors had a baby. The same day. Someone’s whole life ended and another one began. It’s haunting and celebratory all at once.
Dear Mind…honestly – what is your obsession with working so much freaking overtime? Can’t you calm down for a mere 8 hours so I can sleep? I’m so anxious over the upcoming spontaneous weekend that I almost threw up in my sleep. *sigh
Dear neighbor kid – while you are only 8 years old and while saying this means I’ve guaranteed my spot in Hell – I don’t like you. Behind your sweet eyes is a tyrant. Add to that the fact that you did the P word in MY toilet and then proceeded to use ¼ of a roll of toilet paper thereby clogging MY toilet – well – it’s hopeless. I can never like you.
Dear Banana – you’re 6 going on 7 and I realize you abhor waking up in the morning – as do I. However, when I drop you off at Grandma’s and you revert back to a 2 year old and scream, “Mommy don’t go!” as you cry and sob and hang on to my clothes - it breaks my heart. God bless you child. What a great way to start the day. Moments like this make me know with more certainty that tying my tubes was the best decision.
Dear rain that has been absent for months causing a huge drought…I know what you’re up to. I get it. Today rain is in the forecast all weekend solely because I have sworn to spend the better part of the weekend on the back of a motorcycle. You’re a heifer. But bring it on. I’m hardcore. Rain won’t stop me. Poop to that.
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