Dear Resident at work, I'm sorry if there was even a slight hint of
annoyance when I walked into your room in the wee hours of the morning
when you had your call light on for the 100th time. If I was paralyzed,
I'd want help, too. Because of you, today I do not take for granted the
ability to adjust my covers and scratch my nose.
Dear Molly,
we're only Facebook acquaintances now, but back in third grade you and I
were inseparable. Today I had a dream that your parents' farmhouse was
for sale and that my husband and I bought it! When I woke up, I was
flooded with images of us dancing to Mambo No. 5 and crashing
four-wheelers into the fence. Thanks for the memories!
Dear Tim,
this week I spent more time on the couch than off of it. Thanks for
picking up my slack around our home when I feel under-the-weather. I've
been gobbling up your lasagna AND your love all week long.
