Wouldn’t it be nice if you could only say good things? I hate my mouth sometimes.
November is THE most painful month for me. It’s full of loss, endings and chaos.
I will miss your awesome coffee. I wrapped both hands around each mug in gratitude.
And your breakfasts. Best eggs ever. I gave you so many recipes. Can I have the pancake one?
Thank you for introducing me to cycling. I can’t wait to bring her home and ride!
I loved our 3am discussions.
I hope you find someone who loves her, mothers her and understands her as much as I did. Keep up the ABC.
You are an amazing father.
We complimented each other in strengths and weaknesses, but I don’t think you saw past the weaknesses. Or dog hair.
I never let you in. I’m sorry.
Your Mom is a dynamo. I began dreaming of our life on a farmer’s walk.
You helped me in more ways than you will ever know.
I am sorry I didn’t do the same for you. Or did too much. I don’t really understand which.
Yes, you were enough for me.
Money is meaningless unless shared. The good, the bad and the ugly. And the scary times we live in divide us when it should multiply us.
I need to take care of me and mine.
I wish you health, happiness, prosperity and love.
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