The other day you told me that you have a recurring dream in which I tell you you’re not the most beautiful person I know. It takes place at a party where I keep talking to other girls instead of you. When you ask me why I’m talking to them, I tell you that they’re prettier than you. Wow! Here’s something you need to know–the man in your dream is an impostor. Next time you see him, ask him a question that only I would know the answer to. I bet he’ll walk away flustered. When you told me about your dream, I responded with a joke (oops!). I guess that wasn’t the reaction you wanted. So, today I actually did something to assure you that I think you’re the most beautiful girl I know. I wrote you a letter praising your beauty and sent it to you in the mail. I can’t wait to see your reaction when you get that letter.
Yesterday I wrote you out a “coupon” good for any three chores/tasks you’d like me to do in our home. Once you specify the chores, they’ll be my top priority! (I’ll report back on this blog once I’ve finished the tasks.) I admit that you often ask me to do things around the house, I say I’ll get around to them, and I never do. I’m sorry.
By the way, yesterday I picked up Tina Fey’s Bossypants from the library for you (see day 15) . I’m surprised it took so long to arrive, but at least it’s here. You glowed with delight when I gave you the book and you immediately started reading it. I’d like to read it as well. Maybe we can do it together.