Love letters to my Mr. Nielson

Dearest Mr. Nielson,
Could this be true? An impromptu visit from you tomorrow?
Are you really TRULY coming? Oh I can't wait to see you!
You couldn't stay stay form me, could you?
Never mind that it is FRIDAY THE 13TH! 
 The last time it was Friday the 13th, Nicholas was circumcised
 and I with a nasty breast infection.
But not this Friday the 13th, no sir!
 I just hope that your plane doesn't go down, 
yikes, that would be quite dramatic.
Speaking of airplanes,

I was happy to hear that your flight school is as exciting as you thought.
 Pretty soon you can fly me around and we will pretend 
we are Meryl Streep and Robert Redford in
"Out of Africa".

Tonight I was invited to Jesse and Lindsay's home for dinner
and a family dance party.
Everyone showed up. It was pretty fun, and the kids loved it!

I played "Suicide Blonde" by your favorite band INXS in honor of you,

and Ollie and I slowed danced to Miles Davis (with Buzz in his pocket).

I wished I were in your arms, light as a feather dancing around Jesse's fantastic deck.

Of course, what would be a 

Clark family party without a whiffle ball game.


I am sooo excited to pick you up from the airport tomorrow!
And I am sooooo relieved that I don't have to drive the kids
back home to Arizona alone as we had planned!