So I was speaking with my close childhood friend, Ben the other day. He lives in Minnesota now and we don't get to speak to each other as often as we'd like. We both have families and are very busy people, but still keep in touch.
Several months ago, he mentioned that my mom sent him a letter. "She sent YOU a letter?", I responded. I'm not sure WHY I acted surprised when I asked him what the letter said. He scanned it and emailed it to me. As I read it for the first time on my computer screen, I was propelled back into the 6th grade boys' locker room (read the very 1st blog entry) as I felt a sudden rush of anger and embarrassment wash over me.
I couldn't imagine why my mother (even though she knows Ben) would feel comfortable writing him and more mortifying...suggest that Ben should speak to me more often. That I miss him. Man! I understand she means well, but come on!
That said, could my mother not have found a decent piece of paper to write ON? This one is courtesy of a realtor known as, "The hardest working man in real estate". Where does she find this stuff? Ironically, I believe my mother could be the mascot for all things prudential...
Excuse the paper. I love the picture of your boys. They are so beautiful.
Did you know Adam is selling his house? You should speak to him more often. He misses you.
The Sunburned Country
2 weeks ago