Work in Progress

Hey Sassy,

I just wanted to check in…you know say "hi". You're due for some life updates and as your oldest and wisest (by default of age) grandchild, I thought I'd let you know we're fine. At least the type of fine you give to the anonymous door greeter when asked "How are you today?" Grin and bear it, dammit. We're southern through and through. 

On a personal note, I've adopted two cats and a husband which I consider to be accomplishments. While I'm fairly certain you'd enjoy 2 of the aforementioned three, you'd have really loved the wedding.We had the reception at the old polo stables where the guests proceeded to consume 28 litters of bourbon and float several kegs. Pop would have been proud and I find my own opinions to be entirely unapologetic where the party is concerned. 

I'm still learning how to be a wife and I try to be a good daughter. I regularly run out of clean clothes and I have more opinions than I know what to do with. I lost 20 lbs then gained 40 lbs so I threw out the scale because what does it know. I refuse to donate my high school graduation dress because I'm convinced it's still in fashion. All my pants are too big or too small because I don't understand sizing and I sat on my couch during the Women's March because I didn't have anyone to go with. I always forget that it's OK to go alone. I just have no way of knowing if you’d like the women I’ve become.I make the habit of holding peace negotiations with myself. I think I'm just a work in progress. 

I’m sorry I waited so long to write. You must know we miss you.Love you always. 

-Buck