Back on my birthday (so...eeek!...a while ago!) my blog friend Callie did a really fun post called Little Letters. She loves good, old-fashioned blogging as much as I do, so she "tagged" me to write a similar post of my own! I was in the middle of vacation recaps and post-vacation recaps, so this is the first chance I've had to construct such a post!
At first I worried it might be too similar to my "What I Learned This Month" posts that I do on the last day of every month, but after giving it a shot, I really do think it's different enough. So...here's my attempt!
Dear rain...can you please, oh please, go away and not come again another day for a long time? Yes, you have gotten to the point where you just exhaust me so (and make me slightly cranky) but more than that, you're putting the farmers in actual crisis mode. It was annoying at first. Then it became debilitating. Now it's just flat out crop-threatening for this whole season. Can you just stop so they can plant and have an income this year?
Dear wildflower bouquets from Aldi...you really are the best deal in the world. I love being able to spend (very) few dollars and get flowers that last close to three weeks. My kitchen table is brighter because of you and your affordability.
Dear new couch...we love you. You look like you were made for our home, and you feel like a blanket. Everyone from age four to eighty-six has agreed about that. Perhaps we didn't fully think through how people may never want to leave you when they come to visit.
Dear America Says...if I ever took a shot at being on a game show, you're the one I pick. I'm far too dumb for Jeopardy and far too ditzy for Common Knowledge. But for some reason, I'm pretty great at your clues. (And I am also aware I'd freeze in fright if actually given this opportunity.)
Dear Bates girls...I love your weddings. I may have urged the magazines to HURRY with the obligatory first pictures so I could start seeing your pictures on Instagram. Every single one is lovely in its own way.
Dear Bible commentators...thank you for devoting your time to preserving your wisdom on paper. I love being able to look up passages and learn all behind-the-scenes things like cultural context, original word meaning, and more. I'm sure the hours of research, study, and writing exhausted you at times, but this girl is so grateful.
Dear humanity...can I please implore you once more to not comment on a woman's pregnancy unless you actually see the baby exiting her being in that exact moment? Thank you! (Says the girl whose pregnancy was commented on yesterday...only I'm not pregnant. I do, however, have a new level of self-esteem. Spoiler alert: it didn't go up!)
Dear pretty glass jars...I love how you brighten up my kitchen. Shopping the house to rearrange a few things all for show totally paid off. And I guess this little letter should be co-addressed to Pinterest, which is where I got the idea to display things in cute jars.
Dear inspiration...I'm in the middle of a writing project, so could you please do your best to show up on a regular basis? I have goals of completing this in a very timely manner and need you to be present and accounted for so that can actually happen.
Dear warranties...you rock. Thank you for taking care of the blinds we had that woke up one morning refusing to work properly anymore. And thank you, blinds, for conking out before the warranty expired.
Dear scrapbooks...you make me so, so happy. I love sitting with you and reliving the good and the difficult of this Shafferland life. Thanks for holding our story and keeping it safe. (And settling the answers to the questions of what everyone wore on last year's holidays so we don't do it again this year.)
Those are my little letters today...do you have any little letters to write?
Dear Bible commentators...thank you for devoting your time to preserving your wisdom on paper. I love being able to look up passages and learn all behind-the-scenes things like cultural context, original word meaning, and more. I'm sure the hours of research, study, and writing exhausted you at times, but this girl is so grateful.
Dear humanity...can I please implore you once more to not comment on a woman's pregnancy unless you actually see the baby exiting her being in that exact moment? Thank you! (Says the girl whose pregnancy was commented on yesterday...only I'm not pregnant. I do, however, have a new level of self-esteem. Spoiler alert: it didn't go up!)
Dear pretty glass jars...I love how you brighten up my kitchen. Shopping the house to rearrange a few things all for show totally paid off. And I guess this little letter should be co-addressed to Pinterest, which is where I got the idea to display things in cute jars.
Dear inspiration...I'm in the middle of a writing project, so could you please do your best to show up on a regular basis? I have goals of completing this in a very timely manner and need you to be present and accounted for so that can actually happen.
Dear warranties...you rock. Thank you for taking care of the blinds we had that woke up one morning refusing to work properly anymore. And thank you, blinds, for conking out before the warranty expired.
Dear scrapbooks...you make me so, so happy. I love sitting with you and reliving the good and the difficult of this Shafferland life. Thanks for holding our story and keeping it safe. (And settling the answers to the questions of what everyone wore on last year's holidays so we don't do it again this year.)
Those are my little letters today...do you have any little letters to write?
5 comments:
These were great! Reminds me of Jimmy Fallon's thank you cards!
Dear non pregnant lady whom I asked when your baby was due- eighteen years later, I'm still soooooooo sorry!! I was at a store one day and this lady was oohing and aahing at my infant son. She had her hand on her back in one of the classic pregnant lady stances and her mid section was, uh, not svelte. So, I decided to be SUPER friendly and outgoing (I'm naturally not the latter) and asked her when her baby was due. She was, unfortunately, not pregnant, but she was kind, especially when she witnessed my mortification at my faux pas.
Dear Summer... Where, oh where are you???
Dear Bekah... Thank you for blogging and inspiring me and brightening up my life every day. Also, for not being upset that I'm likely going to steal this idea :)
Tamar - Guess it would help if I watched late night, huh?? :)
Maria - Oh no!!! Oh bless both of you!! Ryan got a good laugh out of your comment - very similar to what happened to me! I am barely able to move (new workouts) and was hobbling and groaning and apparently walked like a pregnant lady. My mid-section is also not svelte. ;)
Natasha - YES!!!! WHERE IS SUMMER? And thank you for the little letter to me! Steal away - and I shall read!!
Ah, I LOVED reading this!! Except WHAT IS AMERICA SAYS? I have never even heard of that show. I'm going to look it up. And oh NO about the pregnant-but-you're-not-pregnant comments! Erg, people! I agree, unless it's so obvious it couldn't possibly be anything else, don't comment on people's "pregnancy"! If it makes you feel any better, I'm very self conscious right now about my "food baby" belly after a big meal, because I think everyone in my life is just waiting for another pregnancy announcement from me. I feel the eyes glancing at my stomach sometimes, ha! Even though we're probably done, the "probably" gets to people (I just never say never). :-)
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