Open Letter Week - Letter to me, in the middle of winter

I'm embarking on a week of open letters.  How about you?  Do you have a letter in you that the world might like to read?  Post them to your blog and link up at the bottom of this post, so that I can check them out and maybe share them with my readers, too.

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Dear me, in the middle of winter.

Here are a list of things to daydream about.  They are real things, too... not false ones that will never come true.  I know all about them, because I'm living them now.  It's summertime and you can make make it back here, if you just hold on.

The funny, lopsided blow up pool with a filter and pump that is only big enough for the four of you.  When you and Kurt get in together, water splashes out of the sides.  It's cool and clean and smells like chlorine.

The trampoline, and how Louisey will be able to jump with both feet off of the ground, by the time you get back to it.

Your garden.  Asking Kurt to run outside and harvest an armload of Kale for dinner, or a few basil leaves for homemade pizza.  Finding earthworms in the back yard and scooping them up, running to the front yard plot to let them burrow there.

The hammock.  Oh love.  The hammock is the reason summer time was invented.  Lazing there for hours, half asleep while the girls dig in the dirt beside you.

Daylight until after 9pm.  It's so hard to believe, in the middle of winter when it gets dark at 4:30... but there is a time where it's sunny and warm until long after the girls are in bed.

Sweet corn, ugly boy tomatoes, giant blue berries the size of a quarter.  Watermelon and basil scented water in a frosty glass pitcher.  Tricolor heirloom baby tomatoes, fresh strawberry jam and sno-cones at the farmer's market.

Birthdays at the park, sitting on a blanket and eating from paper plates.

Wearing lemon and tea tree oil to keep away the mosquitoes, everything smells beautiful and fresh and clean.

Colorful beach towels on the clothesline.

The beach front house in a sleepy fishing village that you've been paying off all year.

Baseball games for Scouty and Daddy and the water steps on the North Shore Trail outside of PNC Park.

I have a million more things to tempt you with, but I've got to get back to them.  You can do this thing.

Love,
yourself, all tanned and smiling.


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Write an open letter to a crush or somebody you hate.  Write one to your dad or the president or your newborn son.  We don't care who you're writing to, just write a letter, and link up here. You only have one more day!