dear 5lbs that i legit put on in paris,
it’s hard to feel remorseful when everything tasted so good. in fact, if i could go back and do it all over again, i’d eat twice as much and still not regret it.
dear tulips and daffodils and all the other blossoms that have arrived,
i celebrate your arrival. thank you thank you thank you for being here.
i sorta resent how uncomfortable you are, but appreciate how you double as a climbing gym for the kids.
dear future sofa,
will it be love at first sight?
dear protein bars,
ok seriously. why can’t these taste any better?!
see you soon!!!!!!!! (also, thanks to everyone who gave us such great recommendations on my latest post here.)
dear light sabres toys that always get everyone into trouble at our home,
why did i ever think these were a good idea?
dear boss baby,
i told josh i kinda wanna go see you again without the kids, for date night. is that so weird? would the kids be so mad at me? you were just so good.
dear current state of my apartment,
can we just blame it on a tornado?
dear potty training,
(deep breathes) let’s do this.
dear new orange tinted sunnies,
i don’t care what anyone says, i’ll love you always.
high-rise boyfriend jeans
and this lipstick in the shade stylist :)