Dear You,

photos courtesy of cjane

i'm sorry for all the "smack" i talked about you in the past. 

you've really proven yourself wonderful so far this year. 

great friends, classes, weather, etc.

keep up the good work.

Love, 

Me

This Very Moment

i'm listening to the crickets serenade the moonlight.

it's beautiful.

it's warm.

it's summertime.

and someday...

i'll share it with you.

Dear You,

Thank you for your midnight text. It made me giggle at 8:00 the next morning.

Love,

Me

Dear You,

Thank you for your lesson yesterday. It helped to remind me how to behave today if I want my life to look like yours tomorrow. (Or 40 years from now.)

Love,

Me

P.S. I'm getting this framed:

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"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, 
wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, 
and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. 

I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. 

I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt 
from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. 

I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. 

I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks 
and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. 

I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."

Marjorie Pay Hinckley

Dear You,

I thought about you today.

Just so you know. 

Love,

Me.