Dear Dad,
I got an e-mail yesterday about obtaining my current contact information for the dreaded upcoming 10 year high school reunion. Holy mother of christ...I'm old! I don't want to be this old yet. I'm not ready!
So on top of the 10 year reunion, I got information about enrolling Rylee into kindergarden. I'm so old now I have a kid that's about to be in kindergarden! She's not a baby anymore. Oh the time... where does it go!
My birthday is steady approaching as well. I used to love my birthday so much. I always wondered why you guys hated it so much. Now it makes sense. After 25 or so you start to see 30 and then you can't stop thinking that someday you're going to be 40 then 50... ugh! I don't want to! It's just not fair. Why can't time stand still. I want to hold onto it so tight and never let go.
Love,
Daughter
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Old Times
Dear Dad,
So Jess and I have been talking about the summers we used to spend at your house. We loved going to Wegman's and picking out movies. Then we'd come home and we'd all help Kathy prepare a big meal! After dinner we'd sit around and watch movies and dance to your records spinning around and aorund on the old record player. Those are such sweet memories. Oh and that friggin' tiger blanket. You have to remember that old thing! Gawd, how I miss that tiger blanket. Jess says she thinks its at G-mas. I hope so, because that beast is going to be mine :)
We've decided to keep the fun going for Rylee. Jess is going to be coming up for Thanksgiving and before she leaves we're going to have a big all out sleep over with Auntie Jess. I think it's going to be a lot of fun. No doubt this tradition is held so highly in our heads; I hope Rylee remembers it someday just the same.
Thank you for your amazing memories Dad. You really are simply irreplaceable.
Love,
Daughter
So Jess and I have been talking about the summers we used to spend at your house. We loved going to Wegman's and picking out movies. Then we'd come home and we'd all help Kathy prepare a big meal! After dinner we'd sit around and watch movies and dance to your records spinning around and aorund on the old record player. Those are such sweet memories. Oh and that friggin' tiger blanket. You have to remember that old thing! Gawd, how I miss that tiger blanket. Jess says she thinks its at G-mas. I hope so, because that beast is going to be mine :)
We've decided to keep the fun going for Rylee. Jess is going to be coming up for Thanksgiving and before she leaves we're going to have a big all out sleep over with Auntie Jess. I think it's going to be a lot of fun. No doubt this tradition is held so highly in our heads; I hope Rylee remembers it someday just the same.
Thank you for your amazing memories Dad. You really are simply irreplaceable.
Love,
Daughter
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
The newest Van Scoy
Dear Dad,
So she's gone and done it. Yeah, I know she's talked about it forever! But this time she's finally bit the bullet! She bought her English Bulldog! Her name is Lady Henrietta Winterbottom. Make sure you say it in an British accent, or it loses all it's flavor!
OMG, Pops, she's gorgeous! I just want to squeeze her and love her all over. She's pure white except for a few freckle on her little ears and a black right eye.
Jessica is in love with her. Although she wants to do everything by the book. I do have to say though, the best part is that she's stopped telling me how to parent because now it makes sense to her. She understand now that picking your battles in the best thing with a child. Sometimes you're too friggin' tired to argue.
Grandma even said she could go to her house when Jess goes down to visit. You would love her. I wish you could be here to meet her!
Miss you to pieces!
Love,
Daughter
So she's gone and done it. Yeah, I know she's talked about it forever! But this time she's finally bit the bullet! She bought her English Bulldog! Her name is Lady Henrietta Winterbottom. Make sure you say it in an British accent, or it loses all it's flavor!
OMG, Pops, she's gorgeous! I just want to squeeze her and love her all over. She's pure white except for a few freckle on her little ears and a black right eye.
Jessica is in love with her. Although she wants to do everything by the book. I do have to say though, the best part is that she's stopped telling me how to parent because now it makes sense to her. She understand now that picking your battles in the best thing with a child. Sometimes you're too friggin' tired to argue.
Miss you to pieces!
Love,
Daughter
Monday, November 7, 2011
The Sr.
Dear Dad,
I'm sure you know, if you are looking down on me, that I have reconnected with your father. I hope you're not angry! We e-mail every now and again. Nothing spectacular. He's definitely on the odder side, that's for sure. But he's a nice man. He regrets what happened between the two of you.
I received an e-mail from his now wife the other day. It looks like the Dr's have discovered that he has mouth cancer and doesn't have long to live. I'm not sure why it makes me sad. I mean, I don't even know the guy. But he is family and while we can't choose them, we only have one. After losing you that value increased.
I hope that you guys can mend your fences in the afterlife. There's no sense holding a grudge for eternity.
Love you bunches!
Love Daughter
I'm sure you know, if you are looking down on me, that I have reconnected with your father. I hope you're not angry! We e-mail every now and again. Nothing spectacular. He's definitely on the odder side, that's for sure. But he's a nice man. He regrets what happened between the two of you.
I received an e-mail from his now wife the other day. It looks like the Dr's have discovered that he has mouth cancer and doesn't have long to live. I'm not sure why it makes me sad. I mean, I don't even know the guy. But he is family and while we can't choose them, we only have one. After losing you that value increased.
I hope that you guys can mend your fences in the afterlife. There's no sense holding a grudge for eternity.
Love you bunches!
Love Daughter
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Halloween
Dear Dad,
It's your favorite holiday again! It seems as though the years just fly right by! It seems like just yesterday I was putting my 3 month old in her very first costume. She was a hotdog, with mustard, YUM :)
This year was quite the adventure. Cole and I discovered that we are really, really, really bad at halloween makeup! hahaha. We are still making fun of ourselves. Cole decided this year that Rylee was not allowed to be a princess. So we compromised and got her a frilly dress and vampire make-up. We got the fake blood and black for the eyes and red to spray in her hair. She was going to look cool as hell!
Well the time came to get her dressed and I was stupid to allow Cole to start her make up. Needless to say she ended up looking like a raccoon!
Luckily there was candy at the end of the long road. She had a blast and was so polite! Without even being asked she told the candy giver at the door thank you and Happy Halloween! I was so impressed. Pat on the back for mom!
Miss you to pieces.
Love,
Daughter
It's your favorite holiday again! It seems as though the years just fly right by! It seems like just yesterday I was putting my 3 month old in her very first costume. She was a hotdog, with mustard, YUM :)
This year was quite the adventure. Cole and I discovered that we are really, really, really bad at halloween makeup! hahaha. We are still making fun of ourselves. Cole decided this year that Rylee was not allowed to be a princess. So we compromised and got her a frilly dress and vampire make-up. We got the fake blood and black for the eyes and red to spray in her hair. She was going to look cool as hell!
Well the time came to get her dressed and I was stupid to allow Cole to start her make up. Needless to say she ended up looking like a raccoon!
Luckily there was candy at the end of the long road. She had a blast and was so polite! Without even being asked she told the candy giver at the door thank you and Happy Halloween! I was so impressed. Pat on the back for mom!
Miss you to pieces.
Love,
Daughter
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