How are you? You look real pretty today. I like what you’re doing with your hair these days.
You’re so cool. I’m sure that by now, you’ve cured cancer and are living on a yacht somewhere. Have you delivered a few babies? Have you found the meaning of life? Are you happy? Do wet ducks fly at night?
I just want to let you know that you are a survivor. This week was rough. I mean… you may or may not have spent a lot of time in the bathtub looking for a sign. You got a little dehydrated from all the crying. You had a lot of trouble motivating yourself to eat… and, you know, live. But you made it through the wilderness. You are safe. You are awesome.
And today, you took your crazy ass and your puppy to a fabulous bbq. And you met new people. And you had a good time. I’m really proud of you.
Soon, you’ll be going on the trip of a lifetime. And as you mom told you, you will be going as a “smart, beautiful, single, college graduate.” Yeah.
I want you to know that everything is going to be ok. Go sit on your porch and have a glass of wine for me. You deserve it.
you (circa May 2010)