As I need to remove any potential distractions from studying for tomorrow, Friday's letters are coming a little bit early.
Dear Law School- Our days are numbered. With each passing day, I get more and more excited to tell you goodbye.
Dear Husband- Thank you for your continued patience and support. I can't believe it was almost two years ago when we had our first date at Rojo (don't worry, I won't tell anyone you were dying to see that Jennifer Lopez movie, and I had to beg you to see Date Night!).
Dear E.L. James- Your books are providing me much more entertainment than the Payment Systems book staring me down from the kitchen table. You are also probably cutting into Kevin's required 8 hours of sleep per night. I think he will be more excited for me to finish you than I will be.
Dear Charles- While I like to believe your behavior is improving, I just don't think we will ever quite train the mischievous out of you. I hate to admit it, but I do love your Corgi games. You make me laugh and bring so much joy to our lives. Mr. Busby has big plans for you tomorrow. Try to contain your excitement.
And now I am going to get a little sentimental as per how I deal with major life changes:
Dear Molly- I think you have been teaching me things far longer than I should be willing to admit. From forcing me to learn how to ride a bike to teaching me to never give up, you are one of my role models. College graduation can be a scary time but have faith that you will land on your feet. You have worked hard, accomplished much and your successes won't go unnoticed. I don't have any wise words of wisdom for you upon your impending graduation, but I can tell you follow your heart and even when the times get tough, things will work out like they should.
Dear Christopher- I can't believe you are about to graduate high school. I still remember the day you were born. Nana dressed Molly and I in matching denim dresses with straw hats. We were lookin' fine. I remember coming into the hospital room and seeing the tiniest most perfect little baby and asking Mom and Dad, "what is it?" Dad took us to the McDonald's in Northside hospital to get a bite to eat and tragically they put onions on mine and Molly's happy meals. Dad was so excited about having a son, he ordered us new ones instead of telling us to scrape them off. That should tell you a lot about how much he loves you. I'm thankful to have you as a little brother, and I am so proud of the young man you have become. They often say hindsight is 20/20 and as I near the end of my "college" years, I look back, and I would urge you to make the most of the time you have. Make friends, study hard, invest in relationships, listen to the advice of those who have come before you, have fun, and learn a little a long the way. These coming years will be some of the best years of your life, but never lose sight of who you are, where you came from or where you are going.
Dear Mom and Dad- What a year y'all have had! From a wedding to a law school graduation, a college graduation, a high school graduation and an empty nest, it has been a year for the books. It seems like just yesterday, I was putting on my backpack and nervously boarding the school bus from 4368 Burnleigh Chase. I don't think I can put into words how much our family means to me and while things are changing, I am excited to see what the next era will bring for the Jayne gang. I think I speak for all of us when I say, thank you for loving us, teaching us, supporting us, pushing us, and above all never giving up on us. Thank you for loving us (okay, me) through the attitude, the smart mouth, the high drama, and emotional meltdowns. Thank you for loving me when I was at my best, but thank you even more for carrying me through when I was at my worst. Thank you for teaching me to never settle, and when it was time for me to fly the nest, thank you for loving Kevin as one of your own. Y'all have set the bar high for each of us and our families as we move into adulthood, and I couldn't be more willing to step up to the plate.
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