Dear storms, please hold off between the hours of 7 and 9 p.m. I’ve been away from softball for 3 weeks and need to play tonight.
Dear Sean, it’s been a week since the little scare you went through. I know it’s tough to let yourself rest but just remember how important it is for that heart of yours. I love you and am so glad you're on the road to recovery.
Dear wedding nightmares, I really hope you’re not going to only get worse from now until June. I’d prefer not to wake up every night sweating and in tears because the best man lost the rings, my hairdresser didn’t show up, or (the weirdest of all) my tooth fell out.
Dear perspective, thanks for helping me remember to look for the silver lining in things. You really know how to make a girl turn frustration into gratefulness, and fear into hope.