Letters I'll never send...

Dear Lady in HEB parking lot,
I know I got a killer parking space right by the door but waiting 7 minutes while I load up my infant, the $140.00 I spend in groceries and returning the cart is a bit ridiculous don't you think?
Especially since there was another parking space two, three, four, and five spots next to mine. Would the extra 40 yards FEET have killed you?  Oh but in 20 years when you are on 10 meds, I will thank you and your laziness for keeping my job secure. 

Mr 20 year old that thinks your cool when you light up at sonic in the drive thru next to me,
Just because you want to destroy your lungs doesn't mean you have to ruin mine and my son's. I turned down my Taylor Swift to respect your ears, you can hold your cigarette for 5 minutes until you are back on the highway. But thank you too for job security.

Dear girl on my newsfeed,
We don't need to do what you are doing every waking moment, especially the details of your breastfeeding. Some things really aren't meant for public sharing. Good thing there's a block button.

Dear lady at the grocery store,
Don't cough in your hands and then touch my son. Ew.

Those are the ones that I won't ever send.

But other letters, real letters, are being sent out this week.
I've come so far and it's only because so many people have pushed me, encouraged me, loved me, listen to me, led me, and prayed for me for the past six years. And words can't express how grateful I am.

I am one 10 minute presentation away from being done with school forever. Surreal.