My sweet bloggy friend Amanda--you can find her here at www.familyofshorts.blogspot.com (sorry, my stupid links aren't working again. I SO need a new computer). Anyway, Amanda has a wonderful weekly feature on her page called "Dear Someone" where you can write letters to anyone you feel may need a few choice words from you. Since I'm not smart enough to probably figure up how to link this onto her page to join the fun, I'm just going to go ahead and post it here, and then please make sure you visit her Family of Shorts. Trust me, it's well worth the click of your mouse!
Let the letters begin!!
Dear Jalyn, sweet daughter o'mine,
When you walk in the door after your first day of school, and say, "Mom, how was your day at work?", please don't get offended or frightened if I start to cry. Your kindness and thoughtfulness are just too much for me sometimes. Not to mention that I was almost unbearably proud of how compassionate you are.
Dear Jaxen, six year old supa stud o'mine,
Your hair is the bees knees today. But trust me, your mohawk won't fall down if I touch it. There's no need to pull away from me. It's called Hair GLUE for a reason, you know.
Dear Mrs. Mac_______, teacher whom I have yet to master the pronunciation and/or spelling of your name,
You can't possibly imagine how happy it made me to hear my son say, "My teacher is very, very nice. She has army men." You passed the coolness test of my son, and that's saying a lot. I know we are going to get along famously.
Thank you SOOOO much for staying out of my daughter's hair so that she could get an adorable new haircut for school. I must admit, I was a nervous wreck when the lady at the salon started combing thru Sissy's hair. I kept expecting the "AAAHHH! No haircut today-- nasty bugs in her hair!!". I'm so grateful that you stayed away so that this did not happen.
Mom of Lice-Free Children
DeAnna, soul sistah o' mine,
You always make me laugh with your embarassing stories. I can't wait till the next time you flip off a car that does NOT have your sister in it as you assumed, or the next time you rip out the ass of your pants while at work, surrounded by men, of course.
Jess, whose abs are grateful for the work-out you give them
Whew. I feel better after getting those things off my chest. What about you? Is there anything you'd like to say to anyone? Come on... you know there is...
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