writing to reach you.

Dear Lovelies,

First of all, I’m sorry I’m not writing you a real letter.  Please let this suffice for now.

Secondly, I know it feels like it’s been a good while… but things have been hard.  Have they been rough for you?  I feel like they’ve been hard for everyone… I know they’ve been hard for me… I lay down at night sometimes [lately] and my heart pounds through my chest only to slop to the floor and roll around because it, too, has a headache.

I hope things haven’t been bad for you.  And if they have, I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you… because I haven’t been there for anyone lately.  But know that I truly believe things will get better for all of us.  They are slowly [not so surely] getting better for me.

That’s why I haven’t been around… haven’t shown much face.

Here are just a few things I’ve been meaning to share:

i only sleep to dream.
i only sleep to dream.

horses are gullible.
horses are gullible.

Those are just a few things I’ll throw out there with no explanation just to show you I’m alive… because I know you’ve wondered.

Sometime else I’ll tell you stories… you’ll see that I’m still joyful.  Like the story of why there are tires in my closet right now, or how I’m pretty sure Beckett convinced his folks I broke their toilet… fun things like that.  Another time.

How’s life where you are?  Smiling lots?  Making new friends?  Seeing sunshine?  Do you have any good stories for me?

Take care of yourself.


2 thoughts on “writing to reach you.”

  1. OO! I have a story! Had to wrack my brain a bit.
    Last Sunday I was at work (teaching Sunday School to the 3-4 year old class at my local methodist church) waiting for everyone to come in and get settled. I noticed that the four boys in the room had invented a game all by themselves. They took a coffee can full of five or so baseball-sized soft rubber balls and dumped them in the basketball goal. Then everyone but the dumper would grab as many balls as they could. Once all the balls were gathered, they’d put them in the coffee can. The one holding the coffee can would then shout “YAY!” and point at each one and say “You won!”
    Then I noticed that if one of them was slow to get a ball, one or more of the others would give him one. And then I noticed they were taking turns holding the coffee cup. At one point the girl in the room (doing a puzzle) and I (helping her) pushed one of the balls over to them so they could get it, and they included us in the winners’ circle!
    Yes, my room had become a utopian society. It was amazing. It made me so happy and I told all their parents when they picked the kids up.

    That is my happy story. It would be even better if you knew how cute these kids are. Also, whenever I ask one of them how they are today, they say “I’m Lucas” and then they all jump in “I’m Collin!” “I’m Jaxon!”

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