Dear Mr. Nielson,
(who is still at the ranch with his other "girls," the heifers),
Yesterday morning, I had an early morning meeting at church
and left the Little Nies sleeping in bed.
Oliver was awake (you know he wakes up at 6:00 EVERY MORNING
because he is your son),
and I told him to wake everyone up for church and after my meetings,
I would be back to pick everyone up to be at church on time.
I left feeling stressed.
Would Oliver actually wake everyone up?
And even if he did attempt to wake up his siblings,
would they actually listen to him?
My mind was racing.
Where was Claire's phone, you wonder? She had left it at my
Mom's house the night before, which left me
zero communication with the Little Nies.
When my meetings ended, I had exactly fifteen minutes until show (church) time.
I jumped in the car and raced home. As I drove up the driveway
I said a little prayer that the children would be ready.
I honked and waited...sure enough, about three minutes later,
the garage door opened, and five little angel monkeys came out.
Hair combed, shoes tied, and scriptures in hand.
Even our Lottie girl looked top-notch.
What fine kidlets we have.
We miss you so much.
Last night, we had an amazing lightning storm that was so beautiful to watch.
It got us all excited about the upcoming summer nights
when we'll sit on the porch with blankets to enjoy the show.
I love you so much.
(& your children)