Dear Timothy James, in the midst of being a Papa to a five week old you've still managed to teach River how to run off leash. Thank you from the bottom of our jogger wheels for persevering. Dear Kate, just as I was about to eat a bowl of ice cream for dinner last night you showed up on my doorstep with chicken salad from Whole Paycheck and a willingness to change and hold a fussy baby. Your consistency in loving me these past six weeks has been humbling. Thank you for showing up. Dear Bravey Train, yesterday we ran together for the first time. And my vagina didn't fall onto the sidewalk. #success Dear Mr. Loerke, you relieving me of offspring duty last weekend long enough to fish without 10lbs of sugar hanging on my chest was glorious. Thank you for being my wingman and for loving our little more than catching trout.
Happy weekend, brave ones! What are your plans? I'll be heading back to Asheville to spend time with Twinner for our birthday this weekend. Sunday she turns 34. We. are. old.