letters of the night.

dear mantle,
i keep tweaking you.  you are making me feel creative.  i'm loving you.  i'm loving what i want to make for you...i think i might do it tomorrow while lying in bed.  perhaps you will be complete tomorrow??! 
eyeing you over and over,
me


dear head,
i am so sorry for all the snot that is swimming around in you.  i'm trying to blow the nose every 45 seconds or so (it seems), but it's red and it hurts.  this morning when i woke up, i had no idea one could blow that many blows and still need to blow more.  tomorrow i will make a drug store run and get you soft beautiful tissues. 
wishing you a dried up tomorrow,
me


dear right eye,
i can't help but wonder if the overflow of snot inside head is what is seaping from you, or if it really is pink eye.  i'm kind of feeling done with the pirate feeling, though.  or like the one-eyed-emotional-one with only you constantly draining tears and not your twin partner.  i suppose i will get to the bottom of you as well.
hoping to "see" you soon,
me


dear treehouse,
it has been so nice to flounder around in your presence today.  it was almost like old times when we would bond during the weekday hours.  don't plan on getting me back to THE15 too soon...we'll be hanging together again tomorrow.  thank you for being my home.  for being the home to my boy.  for being a cozy haven from the world.  at church on sunday the talks were about making our homes a little bit of heaven on earth.  a safe place from the world to regroup, recharge, learn, grow, teach, and comfort.  a place to guide us to our ultimate goal of a forever family.  thank you for helping me figure out how to take part in that.  you and i both have evolved over the years.  i know that often people say home is where your family is.  perhaps the cute boy will always feel me (mom) and you (the treehouse) and feel that sweet beautiful feeling of home. 
your peaceful longtime tenant,
me


dear 15,
please be good for your sub tomorrow.  please be studying your spelling words and learning the story of the week.  please be turning in your homework.  please be kind to each other...stop bickering and puting each other down.  no bullying.  none...stop that.  please wake up your sleeping friend.  please help those that need help.  please help the sub (because we all know they need the most help).  please do your jobs and go through our routine like clock work.  please miss me;)  you know, the kind of missing that makes you want to be really nice to me and each other when i come back.  cause i will come back you know.
your hopeful teacher,
me


dear blogger,
i'm loving some of the new features you have, but i'm not finding spell check.  and well....i can't live without spell check.  really.  is there a secret?  a trick?  a hiding place?  cause i'm about to publish this post with many many errors.  and i'm having to psych myself up to get over that.  so reveal your spell checking secrets to me before the next one, k?
your nonspelling friend,
me