Soeur Layton looks like she's super nice. Is she from Texas? (Sandy Cheeks is from Texas, and she's the best.)
Things are good here. I've been battling sprinkler issues, but I'm confident I'll prevail.
When I say I'm missing you, it's just that you're lots of fun to have around, and we miss your smile, and your sense of humor, and there's no one to help humble Nick. He just keeps getting taller and smarter, which is not good for his ego.
Hola.
Como hisssta?
And how are you sisters this fine afternoon, relief society good today?
How are you sweet spirits tonight?
Didn't I uh, see you at the hay ride last week?
Sorry, I found myself dropping into DeVerl mode with that opening. That's not quite as good as Darrel mode ("escue me can I talk to you for a minute?" "Whas yo name, delicate?" "Work that up-do.").
I know you can't read this today, but I want to say it today anyway. Have the best birthday ever. Love, Dad
Those creepy guys that made you feel uncomfortable...I'm sure they could see your confidence and joy and charity in your countenance, which is quite attractive. Still, I might have to come over there and walk right in front of you for the rest of your mission, just to make sure they know to leave you alone. Plus I'd get to be on vacation in an awesome country for 14+ months, so there's not a lot of downside to that idea. See if you can work it out with Pres. Roney, will ya?
Our stake fair is coming up in September. I still remember our fair four years ago, when you quickly dispatched of me in a Sudoku match and told me to "suck it", which I deserved. How could I have doubted your intellectual superiority? Whatever.
P.S. I sang "Close to You" to Cooper tonight (among a few other songs), and it put him to sleep. It reminded me of you.
It is strange to think, I have not seen you in a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart can pass through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has sent me to.
I next compete in Paris. I'll find it empty and cold if you're not there. Hope guides me. It gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you leave my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.
With all the love that I possess, I remain yours, the knight of your heart.
(This is the part where Mom is forcing me to tell you this is from Knights Tale, but I'm hoping you recognized it. She said you'll think me bizarre, but we both already know that, pretty much.)
We're a pretty happy bunch. We have a lot to be happy about.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. -- Charles Dickens
That's often how I feel on Sunday nights, which is when I write you an email each week.
ooxxooXoXXx
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