July 30, 2025
Too hot to cook
Just want to write you a love letter making sure you know you make my life better.

I just want you to know that I notice and I process all the little things you do for me, the flowers and the messages and the later night texts.   

I just want you to know that when you cook for me, it is always special for me and makes me smile broadly.

I want you to know that sometimes I think of you, a time together, something you said, or something you shared and it gives me pleasure again.

I want you to know your friendship is what's most important to me, your support undeniably irreplaceable, your sweetness food.  

I just want you to know I love you deeply, daily, whether I see you or not.

I want you to know I know, too.

Took EJ to work again and stopped at the Northfield farm stand and bought cukes and blueberries.  Put them in my salad.  Oh they are so good.   


Wednesdays are self care days.  This one was rejuvenating even though it was the third day in a row over 95.  Did not make it to the rookery nor to any other place to stop and write and take pictures.  It was just too hot to be in my car.  At least when I am driving I have the windows down.  And my fan is making it barrable.  Looks like the sunset maybe spectacular.  Maybe I will go out now.  Tomorrow should be better.

I also am glad there was not more damage created by the earthquake, although I'm aware we're not being told about what happened in Russia.   But I was scared for my West Coast people last night and they are all fine.  



 

When Sarah was four I called her Oscar and gave her a poster from Sesame Street for Christmas.  It would make her laugh and she'd tell me "no." I don't tease her that much anymore, but I sure do love laughing with her.  I know I've said it before, but in this life I have been very lucky to have such wonderful kids in my life. My guess is the photo is a selfie, I just copied it off of FB.  

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