Dear Parents aka Gramma & Papa,
Dylan wanted to give you a “thank you” vacuum, but, you know, we bought a house and all, so money’s tight. I figured words are priceless, so you get this letter for all the interwebs to read. Enjoy.
The day has arrived where we are finally moving out. Papa, you can finally have your TV and living room back. No more naked Simon interrupting CNN or the Cardinals. And, Gramma, you’re “Grammy Pi” — iPad — is finally all yours, once again. Who knew Anneliese would love it so much?
As much as I can’t wait to be in my own home — where, yes, I will finally get to walk around pantless, again — I’m going to miss living here.
I’ll miss the way Anneliese lights up when her guys walk into the room. And the way she has Papa and Uncle Korey wrapped around her tiny little fingers.
I’ll miss Simon’s joy at seeing Gramma walk in the door from work. And how he bugged Papa and Uncle Korey every chance he got.
I’ll miss chatting with Korey about the daily drama of high school and pointless math classes.
Our morning coffee dates with our Bibles open — I will miss that, Momma. I’ll miss grocery shopping with you and attempting to meal plan. (I won’t miss the crazy shopping adventures because those will never end!)
Yes, there will be things I don’t miss. I’m sure the same is true for you, too. Bathroom schedules. Late bedtimes. All the sacrifices I know you made for us. So what I’m really trying to say here is —
Thank you for opening up your home to my little family — which I’m sure didn’t feel little when we were loud and obnoxious and melting down. We seemed to invade every area of your space.
Thank you for ignoring the mess we always left in our wake. And for pretending it didn’t bother you when you did notice.
Thank you for moving me to and from a b’gillion houses.
Just thank you.
We love you.