Unsent Letters

Dear Strangers at the Grocery Store,

Look. I’m tired, okay?

And no, your eyes were not deceiving you.

It’s true that the other day, as I approached the automatic exit door — yes, the one that automatically opens for all of us shoppers — I lifted my car key/remote-door-unlocker-thingy, pointed it at the automatic grocery store door, and clicked the Unlock Button repeatedly.

Like I said, I’m tired. And I have a lot on my mind.

But the door opened after I did that, didn’t it? I rest my case.

Exhaustedly yours,
The crazy woman at the grocery store


Dear Load of Laundry,

I’m sorry. I left you in the dryer way too long and you have become hopelessly wrinkled. Sadly, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Far from it.

I often completely forget about you and your relatives as you sit patiently in the dryer — clean, dry, and warm — awaiting the moment when I will rescue you, fold you, and put you away. Instead, I’m reading or surfing the Internet or sipping coffee or making dinner. Not thinking about laundry. And there you sit.

You know what’s even worse? I’m not going to iron you. Those parts of you that are salvageable, I’ll hang up and hope for the best. The rest of you might find yourselves back in the dryer for a quick refresher. And I’ll try not to forget you this time.

Regretfully,
A deficient laundress



Dear Impatient Teen Driver,

I’m very glad that you managed to slam on your brakes and avoid hitting me in the Target parking lot the other day. For future reference, driving at 40 mph in a parking lot is generally not a great approach. You’ll hit far fewer people if you keep your speed appropriate for the environment.

I’m also glad that I didn’t see you crash into any other vehicles. Although, when you chose to roar past me once we were on the main road, and then run a just-turned-red light, I was concerned that an accident was imminent.

I know you’re young and invincible and that you don’t have time for us who are more cautious.  But for your own good, and that of those around you, please exercise caution while driving.

Sincerely,
A concerned “older” driver

Begin Again

Let's pretend for a minute that I actually write on this little blog of mine.

You can bet I'd write about Titus' first few weeks of school and all of his adorable three and four-year-old quirks and sweetness. I'd share oodles of projects we've been working on over the last few months. You know photos would be posted from our recent trips and adventures. I'd fill you in on how I'm feeling, what I'm loving, who I'm admiring, where I've been and hope to be. I definitely would follow through and not drop the ball on things I had previously promised to chat about. 

I have a list of reasons why it's been crickety quiet around here, but they aren't important or all that interesting.  

What matters is that when I think of this little corner of the internets, I miss it. So much. I don't scrapbook or journal so this is my space to share and record all the things I want to remember and keep alive. This is where I get my chat on. This spot is where family and friends can come to get glimpses into our days and hear my rambling thoughts. I want for Titus to be able to come here when he's older to read and laugh and know me and my heart more. To see himself, his childhood, his journey through the eyes of his mama. 

My fingers have been itching to write and my head is plump full of things to share. So I'm going to write. It's time to set all the thoughts and memories and rambles here where they belong. I may even get all crazy and post things from way back. And I mean, way back. Because it's my blog and I'll talk about year-old-things if I want to! I have a ton of pictures and stories to back log and I can't wait.  Our little Mister Man is growing fast and I don't want to miss a minute! I set the rules here and I'm going to follow them. Or chuck 'em across the backyard. 

 

I am inspired to come to this place a whole lot more and share on a regular basis. Starting today. 

I'm flat out giddy about a new start. 

I hope you'll come alongside me as I dive back in. 

It's time to begin again.