Wednesday, March 18, 2009

My best paper...

I broke out my best Crane stationary today. I had to write a very difficult and heartfelt note, therefore, I wanted to give the recipients my very best.

Why do I save my best paper, though? Shouldn't all my recipients get the same special treatment? Do those who get letters written on notebook paper rank lower than those who get Crane paper letters? Absolutely not. Does Crane paper hold up to tears better than notebook paper? Probably. Maybe that's why I used it.

Does it really matter what the words are written on? It's the words and the sentiment that counts. But somehow the stiffness of the Crane paper supported those words better than notebook paper would have. Maybe the strength of the paper will convey the strength I'm offering.

Who knows what the recipients will take from the letter. Who knows if they'll even keep it. But will I hesitate to use my best paper ever again? I hope not.

Monday, March 2, 2009

So I haven't blogged in a while...

Actually, I haven't blogged since the last snow day. And here it is, another one! Can you believe it?!?!? There really hasn't been a whole lot going on. DH works all the time, DD is growing like a weed. Actually, she had a birthday not too long ago and I totally forgot to blog her birthday pictures. Bad mommy!

You know you wanna see some pics of my fabulous four-year-old, right??? I aim to please:

I can't believe she's four years old! When you're in the midst of "a phase" or colic, or the baby blues, it sure feels like tomorrow will never come. But really, it goes by so quickly. That is one thing that everyone told me that actually DID happen. I'm still waiting for the "motherhood is the best job ever" dream to come true. No sick days, no vacation, no 401K...

I do want to share a funny story with you. The other day, my favorite brown boots finally bit the dust. When I tossed them in the trash, I faked being sad (although I really was pretty sad) and Ms. Meghan took my arm, said "Mommy, don't worry, we can buy you some new shoes, it will be ok". It was SO sweet! And when I leaned down to give her a hug, the poor child had tears in her eyes! What a sweetheart! She was either being supersympathetic to my situation or simply hated to see fashion get trashed...

We may have created a monster ;)