Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Love passages to my Mr. Nielson

Dear Mr. Nielson,
I just put the children to bed, and now my thoughts are completely devoted to you. I must say, I am a bit tired. What a day it has been. I took our little Dollie Jane and together we triumphed the "Y". I was so proud of that red-head of ours. Just as fiery as her hair she marched up that mountain-holding my hand the whole way.

Then a summer brunch was held. My father made mashed potatoes that would make you scream they were so good. I think he secretly added cream to them-is your mouth watering?

I set the table and used my Nana's darling etched glasses. They were the perfect touch to the table and matched the wild hydrangea in my mothers garden.

Then Lucy, my Mother and I went in searching for the perfect fabric for Lucy's mid-modern century chairs. Lucy decided on a lovely shade. It looks like a plump ripe lemon on our tree. The yellow adds sparks to her farmhouse. A. Beesley said he needed to give the color some time before he can actually love it

But women are funny like that. We love color. We love to make our lives pretty and fill it with things that make us happy. Our children make me happy. They fill my life with the most beautiful colors of all. But YOU Mr. Nielson, you make me the happiest.

You are the unspeakable color in my life-and that's a good thing.

Adoringly yours,