dear glimmers of warm sunshine on windy city sidewalks,
i see you. i feel you. i’m so incredibly thankful for you.
dear baby bangs,
still debating if you were a terrible idea. but fortunately you’re just hair, and with that trusty prenatal vitamin that makes hair grow like a weed, i feel okay about you.
dear easter weekend coming up,
i can already smell the cinnamon rolls and to put it calmly, I.CANNOT.WAIT.
dear sleeping at night sitting up,
tried you for the first time last night. i don’t really have any other options at this point so can we be nice to each other and make this work?
dear everything floral,
maybe my husband isn’t into you, but i am. and somehow you make spring feel like she’s really close by, which makes me love you extra.
dear easter candy i bought two weeks in advance,
a very big part of me knew this was a bad idea when i was in the midst of it, but i did it anyway. considering the majority of it is already missing, can i blame it on the whole eating for three argument?!
dear baby girls,
i hope you like yellow.
dear all of you,
i can’t say thanks enough for your kind words on my last post. i feel like we’re all in this together! and you help me feel like i will survive, which means so much to me. thank you!
past LITTLE LETTERS all archived here.