Dear mom,

If you were here, I would have so much to call and tell you. I would tell you about the boys getting good grades for the year (although Chris got one B, which sent him spiraling into depression, as you can imagine).  I would talk about how excited they are for summer, how cute Luke looks at Jones Valley practice, grinning the whole time.

You may have gone to Luke's games this week, but if you hadn't, I would tell you that he had a home run, a triple and a single in one game.  And that the coach bragged on him for swimming and bet his teammates $100 that none of them could beat him in a race at the pool party we had Friday (no one did).

I'd tell you about how Chris came home telling me he has a girlfriend now.  And talked to you about how sad that makes me because he is growing up so fast.  And I would tell you all his stories about her, and how they had to "fake breakup" because of all the teasing from the other kids.  And we would have laughed at the silliness of ten year olds.

I would talk to you about Drew, and how well his potty training is going.  And how sweet he has been. About how much fun he has "helping" me buying and planting flowers.  I probably would have sent you this picture of him snuggling with his dad.

I would have asked you over for a cook out probably, and shown you my finished flower beds.  I've never had nice flower beds before, I've always been afraid of gardening, but I'm giving it a whirl.  I think the rosebushes are going to have trouble where I planted them, I didn't realize just how shady that area is.  Oh well, you live and learn.

  

I'd have asked if you minded babysitting the kids this Sunday night, so Jimmy and I could go out to dinner for a much needed date night.  The boys would have been thrilled to spend an evening with Gammy.

But I can't tell you any of this.  I hope you know it all already.  I hope you see us down here, moving along with our lives.  Being happy, playing, working and loving.  All the while, missing you.