Monday night, when we were sitting down to a late dinner together, I started to tell you a story before you cut me off. You asked if I was going to really start our anniversary dinner date with a reference to NPR (yes, I was) and so it seems fitting to start this anniversary letter…
Category: letters to my loves
five
This afternoon your dad asked me if I would pick up the balloons that we’ll sneak into your room tonight while you sleep. He reminded me to add in a special balloon to the mix – some over the top, shiny character balloon that will send you squealing down the stairs tomorrow morning. His message…
ten and a half
I feel like things are moving at lightning speed right now, like we’re barreling forward to bigger, faster things – summer camps, middle school, eleven. When I look at you these days (and I look at you a lot, even when you don’t realize it), I realize how quickly you are growing. You collapse into…