Friday's Letters

Dear Mr. Johnson, that night I got off work and came home at 8:00 and you had just gotten home at 7:45 and you made me dinner, folded laundry, and did the dishes because you knew I had a migraine- yeah that was pretty awesome of you.  You never cease to be my hero.  Dear peach bellini candle, you make every part of me happy.  Dear peach bellinis in general, yummmmy.  Dear girl at the gym, you inspire me and if it wasn't for you, waking up at 5:30 to go running wouldn't happen as often as it does.  And even though I don't even know you, I feel like I have a running buddy because it's only the 2 of us there.  Dear race tomorrow, please don't beat me up too bad.  Dear sunshine, push through those clouds- I know you can do it!  Dear weekend, hello and welcome.