Dear…

… rainy gray skies, you are beautiful. And though the lovely women who teach my precious children are no doubt feeling the brunt of your recess-thieving force, I am loving you.

… Sonya Carson, I just read the first three chapters in the story of your son’s life. You remind me of the staggering privilege of motherhood, and your perseverance kindles the fear of God in me.

… upstairs boys’ bathroom, I don’t know what they did to you. I am very, very sorry. For you and me both.

… Christy Nockels, would you please just come stay in my living room singing this song all the time? I couldn’t really pay you… or give you sanitary bathroom facilities either at this point. But I would be so happy.

… teenage neighbor, you apologized for disturbing me when you and I had an interesting afternoon with the Dallas Police and fire department. No apology necessary. God is going after you, and to be brought in for a closer view was one of the highlights of my week.

… Paul Stehlik, thanks for being willing to do brave things like battle through the unknown, talk about how you feel, and look our children square in the eyes and tell them we’re having oatmeal again for breakfast. I could not love you more.