Ordinary is Nice!
Dear Mal,
What a refreshing and heart warming letter that brought me down delicious, if not slightly chubby, memory lane. It's probably a good thing that Ben and Jerry's doesn't make "One Sweet World" anymore, because my resolve to never buy ice cream would be over. You made a comment about how I grew out of the chick flick phase sooner than you did, I never really thought about that, but all that means is that I got cynical sooner than you did, and it's that I'm hoping I grow out of first.
And just for the record, upon reflection, I really truly do care about your silly ramblings, and I also think it's awesome, and I feel so happy that you confidently know that I do care.
I was trying to imagine what my current "Perfect Girls Night" scenario would be, because you're right, it definitely needs to be lower in both fat and sap. So picture this: we cook a deliciously fresh healthy meal, eat it outside on my porch while watching the sky, drink some tea (I'm so with you there), talk, perhaps do a little Yoga (did I tell you I'm really getting into it lately?), talk, play some music together, talk... etc. Is that too much different than our 18 year old selves? I think the essential elements are there; food, conversation, and getting high on our own ideals.
So how am I? Well I'll tell you, I haven't felt terrible in like two weeks! Not only have I not felt terrible, I'm starting to have days where I remember what happy feels like. Yesterday I sang a duet with this girl (who shares my same name), and I got to be around a lot of people during the whole process, and for the first time since moving to Washington, I felt like I had friends here, and that people cared whether or not I was there, and it was life giving. It is still raining and cloudy all the time here, but at least things are greening up.
Sean and I have the same parenting conversations that you and Ryan are having. I struggle so much with Juliet on a daily basis with trying to help her not completely melt down about every little thing that doesn't go her way. I made up a chart today that she can earn stickers for good behavior, or I can give her little black dots for bad behavior (which she can then cover up with stickers). That's the only thing that finally got her potty trained, which answers that question. The last time I talked to you about my potty training frustrations, she turned things around the very next day, and we only have rare accidents when we are in new places and the like. That's so weird that Zoey still gives you trouble.
Well, this letter is proof that I'm an excellent rambler, but I'm so glad you care. And also for the record, I think you are way braver than me, and that's perhaps a topic for our next post!
Love,
Meg
What a refreshing and heart warming letter that brought me down delicious, if not slightly chubby, memory lane. It's probably a good thing that Ben and Jerry's doesn't make "One Sweet World" anymore, because my resolve to never buy ice cream would be over. You made a comment about how I grew out of the chick flick phase sooner than you did, I never really thought about that, but all that means is that I got cynical sooner than you did, and it's that I'm hoping I grow out of first.
And just for the record, upon reflection, I really truly do care about your silly ramblings, and I also think it's awesome, and I feel so happy that you confidently know that I do care.
I was trying to imagine what my current "Perfect Girls Night" scenario would be, because you're right, it definitely needs to be lower in both fat and sap. So picture this: we cook a deliciously fresh healthy meal, eat it outside on my porch while watching the sky, drink some tea (I'm so with you there), talk, perhaps do a little Yoga (did I tell you I'm really getting into it lately?), talk, play some music together, talk... etc. Is that too much different than our 18 year old selves? I think the essential elements are there; food, conversation, and getting high on our own ideals.
So how am I? Well I'll tell you, I haven't felt terrible in like two weeks! Not only have I not felt terrible, I'm starting to have days where I remember what happy feels like. Yesterday I sang a duet with this girl (who shares my same name), and I got to be around a lot of people during the whole process, and for the first time since moving to Washington, I felt like I had friends here, and that people cared whether or not I was there, and it was life giving. It is still raining and cloudy all the time here, but at least things are greening up.
Sean and I have the same parenting conversations that you and Ryan are having. I struggle so much with Juliet on a daily basis with trying to help her not completely melt down about every little thing that doesn't go her way. I made up a chart today that she can earn stickers for good behavior, or I can give her little black dots for bad behavior (which she can then cover up with stickers). That's the only thing that finally got her potty trained, which answers that question. The last time I talked to you about my potty training frustrations, she turned things around the very next day, and we only have rare accidents when we are in new places and the like. That's so weird that Zoey still gives you trouble.
Well, this letter is proof that I'm an excellent rambler, but I'm so glad you care. And also for the record, I think you are way braver than me, and that's perhaps a topic for our next post!
Love,
Meg
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