A Few Post-it Notes

Dear Heather,

Please refrain from lifting heavy objects, especially when you lift more than one in a day.

Yours Truly,
Your Spine
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Dear Cody,

You are an amazing husband and son and grandson and every day I grow prouder of you. I hope I can take at least some of the credit for your cooperative attitude and loving spirit.

Love,
Mommy
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Dear Bathroom Librarian,

I have finished reading the six copies of Readers Digest and the instruction manual for the fish aquarium. Thank you for leaving the sports page from Saturday but it would be nice if you could include the Living section of the paper as well.

Regards,
Your Frequent Patron
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Dear Rosie the Cat,

Please refrain from using the Living section of the paper as your litter box.

Peace Out, Old Girl.
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Dear Trouble aka Shadow aka Lex aka Little Kitty,

I am glad you like to cuddle at night but could you possibly refrain from using my heel as a pillow?

K. Thanks. Bye.
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Dear Old Friend,

It was good to talk to you again. It would have been nice to have lunch with you yesterday as you had mentioned but I understand that sometimes plans fall through. Your text last night was sweet. I would like to see you very soon as well.

*hugs*
H
P.S. Yesterday was a waste of mascara
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Dear Oldest Child,

You don't have to check in every week or anything but if you would just post a little something on facebook occasionally so that I know you're alive and well that would be fabulous.

Love,
Mommy
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Dear Youngest Child,

Please refer to above message.

Love,
Mommy
P.S. It would be awesome to get a text from you that is more than a one word - or one letter "k" - response.
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Dear Oscar the Wiener Dog,

I have trouble typing when you're in between me and the laptop. Please go back to bed. Also, licking my face does not change this.


Regards,
Heather
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Dear Purple Michael,


Tomorrow is your birthday and I have (once again) failed to mail a card, present, cash donation, gift card, or any other suitable observation of your special day. Please know that I am thinking about you, praying for you and missing you terribly. Love him!


H
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Dear Pop,


Thanks for the new tires! I have a feeling we narrowly avoided an unfortunate circumstance with the old ones. 


Love,
Your favorite (and only) daughter
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Dear Angie,


I miss you! I would like to spend a couple of hours just sitting and chatting with you. I feel like our lives have changed so drastically in the past four months that we need to reconnect. 


Love,
Your sister-in-law
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Dear Sarabeth and Jamie,

Stop growing already! I miss you and love you more than you'll ever know!

Love,
Aunt Heather
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Dear Stasha,

When are we going to get news of a Baby Addison? Not rushing. Just wondering.

Love, Aunt Heather
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Dear Aunt Ginger and Uncle Carl,

Happy Trails! I'll visit soon.

Love,
Your Favorite (yet elusive) Niece
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Dear Mama,

I've had more fun hanging out with you in the past month than in the rest of my whole life put together. Thanks for letting me take over the Gant Child/Grandchild Museum.

Love,
Heather
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Dear Eyebrows,

What do I have to do to get you under control? There should be two of you.

Thanks,
Muppet Face
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Dear Pop,

Thanks for the new brush. We love feeling beautiful.

Love,
Lily, Lady and Trouble
(and Oscar too, although he only gets scratched, not brushed since he doesn't have fur)
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Dear Prospective Employer,

I'm worth it, I promise. Hire me, please!

Regards,
Heather Gant
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Dear Blog Readers,

Thanks for your love, your comments, your private messages, your emails, your suggestions, your input, your prayers, your kindness and for bothering to read my blog. It makes me feel like I make a contribution to the world other than serving as Trouble's pillow.

Love and hugs,
Heather
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Dear Monday,

You may come at me with an aching back, an empty bank account, a longing in my heart to see my boys that are far off, a disappointment or two and whatever else you think will bring me down. I will love you anyways. There are always reasons to love Monday.

HA!