Dear Mamaw, happy 89th birthday! I wish I could hug your neck and I promise to come to TN and do so as soon as possible. I love you and thank you for blessing me with the stories of your life over the past few years. You made me see the elderly in whole new light. Young spirits in aging bodies, with a timeline of adventures tucked away shaping character as deep as the lines on their skin. I only wish I had heard your stories sooner, so I could have spent even more time appreciating what a fun, carefree, and spunky lady you really are.
Dear vacation, you were good to us. Thank you for letting us celebrate the end of Eddie's time in law school in the sun.
Dear rotten bag of potatoes, I'm sorry I didn't take you to the beach and left you in the pantry. You didn't have to make such a stink about it.
Dear Erin, my husband almost ate a piece of your homemade soap because it smelled so good and he thought it was a cookie. I am so impressed with you starting your own business to raise money for your desk! I hope you get it!
Dear 4th Anniversary, it was fun closing the book on year 4 with a pool-side cookout. Even if it did feel a little bit like a bad Ben Stiller movie where very few things went right logistically, I got to be with the two people who made this past year our best one yet.
Dear Kendra, I promise to post our "coffee date" next week! I so enjoyed it!
Dear pictures from the past two weeks, ALRIIIIGHT I'll edit and upload you already! Next week. Next week.
Posted by Laura Rowe [twirl] at Friday, May 18, 2012