Over the past few months I’ve found myself reading biographies on people that lived well before modern times. One of the things that struck me as particularly interesting was the way writers went about gathering information on their subjects. There were no TV interviews to watch, no documents left behind on the internet, and no living relatives to interview. The best way to learn about the subjects was through the letters they left behind.
Because fame is right around the corner for me and biographies on my life will be in great demand 100 years from now, I thought that leaving behind a trail of letters (digital though they may be) sounded like a great idea. In my opinion, letters are the most illuminating form of communication we have and the idea of experimenting with that was too intriguing to pass over. My younger sister, Lauren, will be participating in an ongoing letter share with me. Where it goes and what we learn about one another I have no idea. Follow along and find out with us.
Hellllloooooo! (Imagine me saying that like Mrs. Doubtfire cause that’s how I said it in my mind.)
You got a deal on responding to your letters. Though I’ve already dropped the ball, I’m picking it back up a day late and off we go to the finish line.
Two weekends in a row I’ve gotten to see your beautiful bearded face and what a treat that was! When we were at your house visiting, you and Deana were outside with the kids and I was sitting in your dark living room with a glass of wine. That was a little slice of Heaven for me. Thank you for loving my kids and for letting them be kids……even if they caused you anxiety by treating your brand new furniture like it was 100 years old. I wish I had the patience that you and Deana have. I’m anxious to see if you’re as equally patient with your own children as you are with mine.
It’s humbling to hear that you think my parenting alone is admirable. Especially after these past two weeks. I’ve felt like I’ve been treading water and it’s taking everything in me just to keep my head above the water. I was so excited for school to start and to get back into our routine. With school comes busier schedules though….school, homework, dancing, piano lessons, and swimming lessons. With a busier schedule comes less time to talk to Jonathan. With less time to talk to Jonathan comes more stress with missing him. It’s a vicious cycle. But at the same time, I can’t imagine doing this deployment and not having my kids here with me. Emma is THRIVING. She’s amazing. She’s so gifted….and maybe that is because I keep her on such a tight schedule. That girl is going to do big things. And Nolan makes me stop and appreciate him only being 3. On Sunday, I was picking up toys and cleaning up and he asked me to come and lay with him on the couch and watch The Polar Express. I haven’t cuddled with him in what felt like forever. I can’t get enough of his love. To him, I am the best cooker ever. And when he stops what he’s doing and asks me “Mommy, why are you so pretty?” I melt. I’m so thankful for them. They are my pick me up, my reason, my purpose.
I don’t think I made it to a WVU game last year. I’ve taken Emma to one football game but not Nolan. The crowds are a little crazy so maybe when he is older. He’d love it. Emma really enjoys the girls’ basketball games. I think her favorite part is watching the raccoon man (The Mountaineer). My heart swells a little when she tells me she’s going to college at WVU. It’s the same feeling I get when I see the marching band play Simple Gifts.
I hope we get to see each other soon. My kids are always a little happier when you’re around.