Much Better, Thanks, Rob

Thank you, my dear, sweet brother, for looking in after my health. Yes, I feel a million times better today and anticipate a similar level of recovery tomorrow.

I planned on going to bed earlier than this, but I failed. I fell in love with a book. The aforementioned book, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I've just spent the wee hours reading through tears and truly truly enjoying it.

I managed to straighten up the joint a little as I'm expecting some high class folks to come my way:



So you can see why a girl would want to impress em ;)

Happy Birthday, Dad! I really can't wait to have you guys here!

One thing the book reminded me of and that, I think, at least, I know, and that I'm reminded of soo soooo often is to say I love you.

So:

I love you, my family
I'm grateful for everything-everything

I think that about covers it!

Oh! And I sent the only bear I've ever slept with practically every. night. of. my. life. to the cleaners by accident today! I hope they don't wash him. He would fall right apart. Oh Bartholomue. It's not because I don't love you! It's because I didn't want to give the other kids scarlet fever that all went to the wash today. I hope they didn't throw the baby out with the bath water. I don't know if I'll ever find another bear like you. Don't think I'd want to.

xoxo