A simple life is lesson enough
Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate,
Someone asked me recently if I’m still writing letters to my kids. I tried to justify the fact that I’m just busier these days than I used to be – and that leaves me less time for some of the things I used to do.
The more I thought about these letters to you though the more I felt like I was trying to rationalize something that started out so being so easy. I wrote to you about the days events – plain and simple – there wasn’t always a lesson to be learned in each letter (like in your favorite show Full House, Kate.)
I’d like to get back to the premise of these letters – telling our story. The day by day events, so that you’ll look back and remember them fondly one day.
So, here’s a quick run down of the last few days.
You came home from summer camp on Friday Izzy. We were so happy to have you home. Friday night we visited with Grandma and Grandfather and Aunt Janice. Saturday morning while Mommy was teaching swimming lessons you and I went to breakfast together. Then we went to Walmart to pick up a few things we needed – including new Mossy Oak camo floor mats for my new truck and a new bike for you.
That was your reward for yet another year of straight A’s (you’ve never made a B!). The floor mats were my father’s day present. After that we went to a festival in Spring Hill and walked around together.
We spent the entire day together while Mommy worked and Max and Kate were in Hendersonville with Nana and Papaw.
Sunday we went to Nana and Papaw’s for Father’s Day. Uncle Chris had rescued a baby deer from a dog and brought it to show you kids – before taking it to the wildlife rescue on Monday. We ate hamburgers, hotdogs, and homemade icecream and played outside all day.
Last night you kids played outside until 9 o’clock. Max, you got hit in the head with a stick at some point and a huge knot formed on your forehead – right beside your other scars. Two scars, a missing tooth, and a giant knot. The dude abides. After a little cuddling from Mommy you were right back at it with the other neighborhood kids – riding bikes, scooters, having light-saber battles in the dark.
I hope someday reading about the real – not super elaborate/pinterest-afied (new word) details of our life will be lesson enough for you. Our life isn’t perfect, and some days its crazy busy, but we have a good life.
I love you,
Sat: Rode 2 hours 40 minutes
Sun: Ran 1 hour 35 minutes
Tues: Swam 2100