Dear Thursday,

Dear Del Taco,
I can't tell you how happy I am that we live so close to each other. I see many, many, (many,) little dates together eating your 50 cent tacos. For someone who hasn't ever really eaten at a fast food taco place regularly, I'm prepared to become your most loyal customer.

Dear Sunshine,
Your bright and happy rays bring joy to my heart (and a little bit of redness to my baby's hairless head). When I woke up this morning to a blizzard I started missing you so much - but now that you are awake and peeking through the sky I just know today is going to be a good day.

Dear Netflix,
I'm sorry that we have been neglecting you lately. We've been a bit busy. It also doesn't help that we have pretty much run out of good shows to watch on you. If you could come up with some great suggestions - I'm sure we would start spending more time with you. (After basketball season of course - so actually it may be a while.)

Dear Park by my house,
I wish that you had a swing set. And some trees. And a bigger slide. I love that you are within walking distance, but I envision having to drive into the heart of Lehi each time I want to take Lydia to a real park. I hope that we can still be friends.

Dear Oranges,
My baby loves you. She really does. However, could you please try not to stain every single item of clothing that she has on (bib or no bib). I didn't realize that you could stain so badly. You've proved your point.

Dear Laundry Room,
I absolutely adore you. I adore everything about you. Your window, your pocket door, your counter, your sink, and your location in my home. I am so enjoying the ability to fold my laundry in my sewing room that is connected to you, but still separate from the rest of the house. I love being able to shut the door so Lydia can crawl around and won't be tempted to fall down the stairs. I love that if I don't quite finish folding a load I can shut the door and come back without having to worry that people will come over and see laundry all over my family room. I just love, love, love you!

Dear HBM Book Club leaders,
Thank you for choosing to read the same book that my book club chose to read this month! I picked up David's book, "Unbroken", and then was informed the following day that it was the book my book club was reading as well. Thank you for being so accommodating.

Dear Pinterest,
Thank you for providing me with so many fun meal ideas. Without you our dinners would be completely boring. However, could you please stop showing me quite so many cute party ideas? I have a budget for the bridal shower I'm throwing this weekend and you aren't making it easy. (Yes, a budget Pinterest, I don't know if you've heard of it.)

Dear NCAA,
I love my husband. He loves you. You love madness in March. I can't wait.

Dear Lydia,
I had so many more notes to write but you woke up from your nap early and taking care of you took precedence. However, I wouldn't trade our books read, songs danced to, or giggles shared for all the blog posts in the world. I love you.