Dear Vanilla Coke, you are darn good. I had been doing a pretty good job at not drinking soda since the new year. But you... you make me week in the taste buds.
Dear Easter Bunny, step aside. There's a much bigger hero to celebrate this weekend.
Dear Krugers, what a special treat to have you two visit this weekend. I loved picnicing and playing cards, sharing our hearts and trying out new restaurants. You two are such a blessing to us. Now move back closer already!
Dear Interwebs, I'm just not that into you. Need. to. unplug.
Dear Mr. Toney, I'm really enjoyed your CD on repeat in my car. Good work!
Dear Crafts, I haven't worked on any projects in what feels like forever.
Dear Spring, I'm just loving you to death. Bike rides, Farmer's Markets, Fresh Flowers, Warmer Weather... gah!!
Dear Summer, I love you more. Shh! Don't tell, Spring.
Dear Softball, I've missed you this week. This whole Spring Break thing is just plain stupid. Need more dirt. Need more grass. Come back to meeeee.
Dear Schanakers, It looks like you guys are just having the time of your lives in Europe. So stinking fun!! Can't wait to hear all about your adventures.
Dear Momma, I miss ya. Tell Dad too.
Dear Italy, After all that planning, it feels like I've already visited you. I can't believe we'll actually meet in a couple short months. I think it's about time to get back into major planning mode.
Dear Budget, we spend way too much of you on food. Must. Change.
Dear Corporate America, how about instituting a national (or international for that matter), "Spring Break?" I don't even care if it's unpaid. Just make everyone go home. Reflect. Refresh. Breathe.
Dear FedEx Delivery Man, I eagerly wait for you at my door each day. You'll be bringing two new books to my house very very soon and I'm just so excited to sink into them. I can't wait for my new pair of socks, too. (Yes, I ordered socks online... because... I'm special like that.)
Dear Instagram, get ready for it. Husband will be joining next week and his photog skills are off-the-hook.
Dear OTH, really? The end? I think I'm going to wear black and cry like a child tonight as I mourn your passing. I realize you're just a silly soap opera, but I'm oh so sad to see you go.
Dear Littles, I think about you often. Like way often.
Dear Baby Kook, speaking of littles... I just can't wait to meet you. This month? Yes, please. Your mommy and daddy are the greatest ever. You're SO lucky to be theirs.
Dear Grammy, it's April. Birds are chirpin' outside and I swear they sing your song. Know that Papa is doing just fine. He's being taken care of.
Dear Albino legs, get ready. Sunshine's a'comin!
Dear Silas, you still swoon my soul. I don't care if your FoF now or something else by this point. Your old stuff has a VERY special place in my heart.
Dear Cute Boy I Get To Live With, you are fun to the max. Like, um.. the greatest. Thank you for carrying me upstairs when I get too tired, thinking my cooking is tasty even when I don't think it is, and for taking the trash out every single week. Your hott.
