Friday's Letters

Dear Internet, Maybe it's because motherhood has changed me. I'm still direct, frank, honest -- but much less combative. Maybe it's because having a toddler means I have someone watching me every waking moment, mimicking my every move. Maybe it's the way Tim teases me with such love, or the way he still sometimes stares at me across a restaurant table ... that stare that makes me slightly uncomfortable, that makes me break the silence with a challenging, "What?" "You're just beautiful," he says. But this internet is getting awfully big to me. More disagreeable, more taxing, more fatiguing. As someone who's kind of a "junkie", I keep telling myself that it's a good thing that I'm feeling the urge to take a step back and just ... be. You know, sort of like I'm being called to positiveness and simplicity and family and love.

Dear Root Beer, When you haven't tasted certain things for awhile, they just aren't the same anymore. Root beer. Tim brought me some the other night, when I had a hankering for a root beer float. It wasn't good. I even tried a sip of a local brew yesterday afternoon. It still wasn't good; it was unfortunate, because I was really looking forward to that root beer float! ;)

Dear Me, We are going to have a two year-old running around this house in less than 3 months. 

Dear Maile, Please stop growing! 

Dear Popcorn, I am kind of obsessed with you right now. Like, must-have-a-half-a-bag-bedtime-snack-every-night obsessed.

Dear Bookworm, Trying to finish a book is about a million times harder when you're a parent.

The idea for this post came from the lovely Ashley, of The Sweet Season.