little love notes (thanksgiving edition)

Dear 2020,
You have brought more confusion, chaos, heart-ache, healing, drama, peace, promise, love, loss, laughter, than a year should. But, when I struggle, most, to wrap my head around it, I focus on the good. On all that is still standing. I am grateful. For cuddle breaks, new recipes, new students, the way it sounds to say husband and wife, the magic of finding a new rhythm, as a new us. 

​Dear October,
You brought a perfect weekend and, with it, a million memories. Thank you for the kind of weather I had never imagined, a world of people who did everything to make sure the evening went off without a hitch and so many of the everythings we dreamed up. 

Dear Scrapbook Paper,
You made advisory better, my activities livelier, and place settings more Pinterest-perfect!

Dear Sisters,
Thank you for dancing in the kitchen, for singing the greatest co-MOH speech in the history of speeches (autotune and all), and for all of the ways we are alike and all of the ways we differ. I don't know how I got so lucky. 

Dear Cinnamon Tea,
Thank you for being warm and comforting. No matter the time.  

Dear Brudder,
Thank you for being the greatest officiant a girl could ask for. And, even more, for being my brother in New York. For dinner dates and late night chats. I am so grateful you are here. 

Dear Time,
Thank you for teaching me what is real and true. For showing me, again, what I ignored the first time. 

Dear Journal,
Thank you for keeping my secrets. 

Dear Jordan,
Thank you for marrying me. For the first kiss of my dreams. For being my partner in this crazy life. Together, we can do anything. I know that. Always. 

Thank you,
me