Dear Monday, I'm sad you're here because that means you start the week that I fly back to Texas. Wah wah.
Dear PLU Women's Softball team, Attaway! You're the NCAA DIII National Champions! It's the year to be affiliated with universities Sar's attended, clearly. Lutefisk, lutefisk, lefse, lefse, we're the mighty Lutherans, ya, sure, you betcha!
Dear Nicholas Paul Sandy, I'm pretty sure the mark of a good best friend is letting me cuddle while you sing Jason Mraz's "93 Million Miles" and not commenting while I teared up listening to the line "Just know, you're never alone, you can always come back home." You're amazing, for so many reasons. I'm grateful for your friendship.
Dear Blake James, You're the best wedding date ever. We danced all night, drank delicious champagne, and you didn't even comment when I had entirely too much bread. You're a blast!
Dear Liz, I love that you finally got a blog! I hope you keep it up (blogger friends, go check it out and leave her a comment so that she stays blogging!). Also, do you realize you get married in six days? Eeeee!
Dear Christopher Ryan Hicks, Today marks three years of your passing. Three friggin' years. It seems like just yesterday I talked to you, but maybe it's because you're in my heart always. Know that you're celebrated daily in every breath.
Happy Monday friends! Hope you're starting off your week fabulously.