Dear Self – You had a true moment of grace this week.  The day had already been difficult with the many demands on your brain cells.  Then came the notes from not one, but TWO teachers about DirtBike and homework not turned in, homework that you KNEW was in his binder. Then there was the forgotten math book that was needed to study for a test the next day…too bad, so sad.  Pile on a last-minute discovery that in order to participate in the planned Bike To the Graveyard Dressed Like A Zombie outing with the boys, lights on the bike were a must…and the boys hadn’t put your lights in the car with theirs like you asked, so nobody got to ride. Add to that the frustration of misplaced keys (someone had borrowed them and left them in the gym downstairs), a Husband who would not answer his phone, a mad dash to the pharmacy only to find they needed to order a prescription, a burnt finger, a stupid dog rolling in something dead and you were already screeching like a banshee and about thirty seconds from slapping someone silly.  Then…

…then you stopped.  You threw a desperate prayer to heaven for, for – anything.  You didn’t even know what to ask for.  And it was given. The anger? Gone.  The grimace of fury? Gone.  Not just for you, but for everyone in the room.  Ahhh…to forever and always live in that Moment of Grace.

Dear Architect – Well look at you!  FIVE miles on the bike yesterday.  And you fixed DirtBike’s gears on his bike, too.  That almost makes up for taking all of the silk plants from the house to school to use in the Homecoming Jurassic Park decor where they got TOSSED in the trash during cleanup.

Dear Harney & Sons Hot Cinnamon Spice Tea – *sigh*  If it weren’t so weird, I’d brew a tub full and bathe in you.  Since it is weird, I’ll just continue to buy tea leaves by the pound and drink you by the gallon.

Dear Mrs. R. – Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking DirtBike to task about being responsible for his homework.  He needs to hear it from someone else besides Mom and Dad, as that’s just the kind of kid he is.

Dear Weatherman –  I love you today.  I’m wearing a purple sweater!!!

Dear Cherry Ames – So Pretty!  I’m glad you had a wonderful time at formal. And that guy you’re with?  He’s beginning to grow on me.  He’ll be in when he gets a salaried job.

Dear Princess Pea – I can’t wait to see you tonight!!

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Dear Homecoming Week–  Yeah!  The big game is tonight!  I love high school football.  Oh!  I heard something funny from a friend of mine.  Her grand-nephew plays pee-wee football, and she called it Bobble Head Football.  Why?  Because little boys look so silly with their skinny bodies and chicken legs and that big huge helmet on their heads!

Dear Architect – Aren’t you glad those stitches are OUT?  I’m sorry you still have to keep it taped up for a little while longer.   It’s for a good reason – that scar is going to be big enough without stretching it out before it heals completely.  Don’t worry – you’ll be strong enough to get back on that bike in a few more weeks.  And you’re right.  It was a very good thing that you had shaved your legs in preparation for that race the morning of the accident.  It would have been a bear changing bandages and tapes and such with bear-hairy legs.

Dear East Side Breakfast Cartel –  Wow.  I love it when it’s my turn to cook breakfast for the Cartel.  Nothing beats fresh waffles in the conference room at work on a Friday morning.

Except maybe homemade Meyer lemon marmalade to spoon on top of the waffles.

Dear Princess Pea – A ‘B’ on your Chemistry Exam?  HAPPY DANCE TIME!!  I’m so proud of you, Honey!

Dear UTA Department of Civil Engineering – What can I say?  I am absolutely DELIGHTED to be on staff now!  I’m going teach a college course, my friends!!

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