love letters

Dear summer,

I really love you and wish that you weren't ending in less than a month.

Labor Day never looked gloomier.

Summer campouts, smores by the bonfire, laughter, late-night talks, gatherings with friends, even the mosquitoes! I love it all.

Okay, maybe not the mosquitoes.

Dear mosquitoes,

I wish you'd die. The end.

Dear little boy who is soaked with water from the sprinkler,

I love you. That's all.

Dear black and white photos,

I've forgotten how much I've missed you.

Dear summer dinners + fresh produce,

I really love you. And by love, I mean, really really really love you. Cheap store-bought veggies pale in comparison. Although, in retrospect, they're anything but cheap. Five bucks for a bunch of mushy, flavorless tomatoes or fresh, ruby red tomatoes from the garden, free of charge.

I'll take my pick.

Dear garden,

We're really loving your fruit. And by fruit, I mean veggies.

And by veggies, I mean tomatoes, beans, and onions.

Especially the onions.

(we're weird like that)

Dear feet that hurt really bad from ballet,

I have nothing to say to you.

Dear eli,

I love your scrinched up nose, freckly face, and big blue eyes. You make me smile.

I love being your big sister. I love watching you grow up.

Your stories and silliness are some of my favorite things.

I love how you're goofy one moment, then sweet the next,

and then a mischevious little stinker,

who makes me laugh laugh laugh (and repeat myself)

Even though you say "how about three?" when I tell you I'll read you one book.

(And then I end up reading two, because, well, I love you)

Dear sprinkler photos,

I'm sorry. I just can't get enough of you.

Dear Woodland,

I miss you.

Dear Dear,

Dear is kind of a quaint funny old word...but I like it.

Dear life,

You're my fav. I pretty much love you.

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