Dear gluten-free refrigerated pizza dough, I bought you on a whim. Not because you were gluten-free, but because the last time I bought fresh dough it didn’t work out so well and you were my only other option. I wanted to like you so much and the pizza I made looked really yummy. Unfortunately, you tasted like cardboard and the girls and I threw you in the trash can.
Dear Sophie, you have been unbelievably fun the last few days. You are so witty and have the funniest things to say. I started making a list because I didn’t want to forget this stage. You are so spontaneous and not afraid of anything. You told me this week that you didn’t want me to call you Taz at school because your new friends might laugh at you. It was so sweet, but broke my heart all at once. You’ll always be my Tazzie.
Dear Ella, HOW are we on the cusp of second grade? I know you’ve been growing fast, but I wasn’t prepared for how big you look all of a sudden. You are so excited about this year. You got the teacher you wanted and almost all of your best girlfriends are in your class. I know that this will be such a great year for you and I can’t wait to watch you learn and grow even more.
Dear Josh, this whole traveling for work things is completely and totally unfair. I have loved seeing the pictures and videos you are sending this week, but what I’d like to see is your face. The text messages are great and all, but I’d really like to hear your voice. I’ve been thinking about it and this is the first time since we married that I’ll go eight whole days without you. I don’t want you to question my mental stability, but I’m really a better person when we’re together. I can’t wait to spend four days celebrating our twelfth year. The girls miss you like crazy. They are going to be so sad when I tell them that we missed a FaceTime invite from you last night. They keep telling everyone that you’re in California and they have been counting the days until I leave — but only because that means you’re closer to home.
Dear San Francisco, so you are really proud of your hotel rooms. Especially in August. I can’t tell you the number that I looked at, or the Craigslist and AirBNB ads I’ve scoured. There were no last minute vacancies to be found and I spent a fortune on somewhere for us to sleep. Josh keeps sending me new places to look at, but I’m over it. I’ll consider our free plane tickets a coup and just fork over the big bucks for this weekend getaway. Anniversary trips are the best, even if they come with a credit card balance.
Dear Stitch Fix, you nailed it this week. Nailed. It. I read that horrible article about your overpriced shorts, but there was a tiny part of me that couldn’t care less because my box was so fun this month. I know you are overpriced, but we are paying for a service. It’s like a grown-up grab bag and the anticipation is half the fun! I might not can afford to have you delivered every month, or even every quarter, but I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty for ordering a box for special occasions. I sure do love being surprised at home with pretty clothes that I haven’t seen before.
Dear Back-to-School-Bash, the girls had so much fun with you yesterday. We love our first Sunday fellowships, but adding otter pops and water slides pretty much guarantees a good time. The girls invited a friend and they were full steam ahead for almost three hours. When we got home, we barely made it to the end of Tarzan before the girls were fast asleep.Thanks for helping the girls celebrate the end of summer in style.
Dear Thursday, It’s fine with me if you want to come a little sooner than usual. Really. I’d totally be okay with seeing my husband just any day now.
edited to add: Dear Timeshare, why didn’t I think of you before. That letter I wrote to the hotel back there? It’s irrelevant now. I just booked your lovely room through a rental company for 30% less and it’s just as nice. Three cheers for persistence.
