Daddy might be at the helm of "Letters to Ellie," but its only fair to mention that your mother participates in every letter, too. As a matter of fact, she's probably revising this letter as we speak! She's always been my industrious little editor. My critic... and my slave driver. She never lets a day go by without a letter being written. Since friends and family are reading your letters for updates on your condition, everyone starts calling and texting her whenever no news arrives within a 24 hours period.
"Write a letter already so people stop calling me!" she'll say. Lovingly. Which reminds me, I should mention that you are doing reasonably well this evening. Your heart rate came down a bit and your breathing has somewhat normalized, and you are almost 3 pounds! Etc. Etc.
What's more, your mother makes sure that each letter is of the highest quality. "You used a word too many times in one paragraph, you'd better fix that," she'll say. For example, this sentence right here had the word "sentence" written three times and she recommended that I take it down to two,
She'll also recommend that I write a gushy, emotional letter if there has been too many "status update" style letters so that I don't bore you. At times like that, I know she's right, and I can't stop thinking of the day when we can take you home and make real our dreams.
And because I write like a wierdo (I don't write things from beginning to end, but I'll write random parts then stick them all together after I'm finished), sometimes I forget certain pieces and they get pushed down to the bottom of the letter and don't appear to make any sense what so ever.
I like strawberries, too...and fathers being gushy and sweet. Happy to hear Ellie is doing well! Hoping to read more good posts.
ReplyDeleteThanks Panda! So I clicked on your blog and noticed... nothing there! Have you thought of penning a few posts yourself?
ReplyDeleteEnjoying a cautious sigh of relief after reading this post.
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