Dear Jack: Graduating 6th Grade on the Honor Roll with All A’s!

12 and a half.

Dear Jack,

Today was your last day of 6th grade.

You did it!

And you did it well, because yesterday, Mommy and I went to go see you win an award for All A’s.

I can tell you for certain that I did not get that award 30 years ago in 1993 when I was in 6th grade.

And though I feel like I say this a lot… it’s one less thing to worry about in life, knowing that my son who is 30 years younger than me is much smarter than I am!

You make Mommy and I so proud.

Now it’s time to have a fun summer!




Dear Holly: The Wheelchair from the Estate Sale

6 years, 11 months.

Dear Holly,

Your cousin Darla has an entire toy room at her house, which would otherwise be the official dining room.

While the two of you can easily play for hours with just the dolls alone, I was somewhat surprised to learn that an actual wheelchair is now included in the roster of toys.

You and your cousin take turns playing “hosptial”, based on who pretends to have a hurt leg and therefore has to be pushed down the hall.

Granted, your brother also tried out the wheelchair as well; which involved him rolling himself down the hill in the backyard and rolling over on his face.

Fortunately, this was not an ironic case of him actually needing the wheelchair due to his injuries.




Dear Holly: Your Boyfriend Brooks?

5 years, 2 months.

Dear Holly,

Since the beginning of mankind, humans have used art as a way to illustrate things that fascinate and inspire them.

This past weekend, you were unashamed in your proclamation of your “boyfriend” Brooks, from your preschool class.

Granted, this is no surprise to me. When Mommy or I go to pick you up in the afternoons from school and Brooks is still there too, he says to you, “Holly… hug!”

Just a few weeks ago, right in front of me, he told you, “Holly, remember… I’m going to marry you one day!”

I’ve even met both of his parents in the process of picking you up from school, too. They have heard the same stories from Brooks.

So I guess we’ll see how all this pans out in about 20 years!



Dear Jack: Helping Papa Restore His 1980 MG as He Retires Today!

9 years, 5 months.

Dear Jack,

Today is a very special day. After working at the same company since 1979, Papa’s last day of work is today.

He is retiring!

That means he is going to have more time to take you fishing and also be able to work on restoring his 1980 MG too.

This past weekend you helped Papa put on the louvers on the hood, as well as the antenna.

Granted, it is definitely a strange time to be retiring, as we are still in the middle of the COVID-19 lockdown.

But fortunately, none of that has delayed his retirement.

This is going to be very exciting!



Dear Jack: How You Avoided a Nap While Mommy and I Watched a Movie

9 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

Last Sunday, Mommy and I needed an hour to finish the second half of the movie we rented from Redbox. While it is not uncommon for you and your sister to need to take a nap on Sunday afternoon, it was apparent to me that you both were full of energy.

Therefore, I explained to you both that if you could independently figure out how to entertain yourself downstairs while Mommy and I finished the movie upstairs, I would let you forgo naps.

You both agreed to the deal.

An hour later, when our movie was over and we came downstairs, we found the source of your entertainment.

Using the Noah’s Ark tent your Uncle Al and Sharon got you several years ago, you and your sister collected as many blankets and pillows as you could find and filled it up.

Ultimately, it became something like a swimming pool.

You and your sister took turns running up to and attempting to jump high enough to jump inside.

It was a plan that came together. We’ll have to try this again sometime.