Dear Traverse City: At this very moment, we are headed up to visit you for the weekend! YAY! So excited to see what beauty you have to offer and hang out with glorified soccer moms and dads.
Dear Husband: Sorry for waking you up in such a life-or-death way the other night when Oscar tried to kill himself. I'll try to reign it in a little next time...
Dear Oscar: There better never ever be a 'next time'. No more freefalls. No more suicide jumps. NO MORE.
Dear Sadie: Thank you for being such a failure at jumping, and for being too round to fit between the railing so easily. I'm sure you could squeeze your way through, but more than likely you would think it was too much work halfway through and just lay there.
Dear Megan and Zak: By this time next week, you will be here in the great state of Michigan once again!! So excited to finally exchange Christmas presents and catch up on 6 months of stories. Hopefully we'll have some snow so your dream of snowboarding/skiing can come true. But if not, that's another day spent at the tack shop :)
Dear Husband: You have been working yourself to death the past couple weeks (yes, even on vacation...) Know that I think you are amazeballs and I am so proud of you for not only working your stressful day job, that usually also requires you to work from home all night long, but also all the other side jobs you have going right now. You can multi-task like nobodies business. You totally earned this weekend away! Love you mean it.
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