Hi Roo,
How is heaven? Earth is still earthly. I haven’t gotten any more secret signs from you, but I’m okay with that because I don’t really want to run around looking like a jackass all of the time (kidding). Anyway, based on my willingness to embrace those signs and possibly having experienced some emotional growth over the past terrible year, I have graduated from therapy. I was fine with bagging it on the spot (apparently you end therapy much like you end other relationships in life) but she wants me to come back in three weeks after the run. Maybe there will be a cake and presents. The funny thing about the therapy is that it was only after I related three stories that I felt like made me seem a little more crazy that I got sprung. What’s up with that? Apparently, the goal of therapy is just being able to embrace your crazy and roll with it.
So, it’s also Mother’s Day tomorrow. Ouch. Daddy told me that he took the kids to Target yesterday but they weren’t interested in buying me anything because they had already “made” me something. Nice play Steve. First of all, assuming Target was the place you should buy my gift. And secondly, not even pushing for store bought. Who do these people think I am? I even told Grace that now that I only have two kids on earth, they really needed to step it up. I thought she took me seriously. Amazingly, I do still have your homemade gift to me from last year. It’s a letter that I framed, and I ready it every day. Except I can tell that you were prodded to say what we did together that was fun . . .making cookies. I’m going to assume that saying sitting around talking about people bugging us was inappropriate in the context of you writing that letter to me. Oh well, I know what you meant.
Anyway, don’t send me a sign for tomorrow. It’s like making cookies, way too predictable. And, don’t let me have a nervous breakdown in the next three weeks because I’d really like my Friday mornings to be free again.
I love you,
Mommy
