Hello Father Time,
I'm just curious. Do you speed up each year? Is it your own little secret joke on me? Or the whole world? And if so...could you please stop?! It appears that each day the minutes on the clock pass more like seconds. The prime example is that lately my morning duties seem to last until it's time to pick up the princesses from school. How is it possible that all I do between 6:30 am and 2:20 pm is feed my son twice, do the dishes and have one conversation with my husband? I used to do a lot more. I remember.
Please take pity and slow down. We aren't all immortal, ya know?!
Consumed by YOU
You have not been so kind and joyous as promised lately. Could you please send me the magical solution to these temper tantrums that the young prince is throwing? He's really sucking the cuteness out of childhood. I have tried to dispel of the problem in the same way that I handled my young princesses. Why is it not working? Also, if you could stop showing up on my face and in my hair, that would be great!
*thanks to Kiersten White for reminding me of these letters to life. I used to do this weekly. I might have to start again!*