Dear Jonny B, Thank you for loving me. The way you look at me makes me melt even after 6 years. Dear weeds, we pulled and pulled until our bodies ached and you still aren’t all gone. Thanks for keeping us humble and making us work hard when we don’t want to. Dear Schlafly, you sure are a pain in our necks, but you are still the cutest and funniest pup and we wouldn’t trade you for a million bucks. A billion, maybe. 😉 Dear St. Louis, thanks for the perfect weather this weekend. Please don’t bring 100 degree days our way. Dear women’s running group, thanks for inspiring me to get involved and step out of my comfort zone and meet new people. You are good for me.

This weekend we: went to a Cardinals game (victory!), drank beer outside and enjoyed the first Honey Moon since 1919, cleaned out our garden beds, played at the in-law’s pool, enjoyed homemade skillet pizza and beer on our deck, went to a wonderful church service, and celebrated Father’s Day with Jon’s wonderful grandparents. We are lucky. Here’s to another week full of promise.