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December 4, 2014

Hey Kids!

     It's your mom here in her fifteen-year-old (almost sixteen-year-old) form. Crazy right? I was once just like you. I don't know where we will be living. I don't know who your father is going to be. I don't know if I only get to see you on Monday, Wednesday, and every other weekend. I don't know if you're going to a private Catholic school like I did my entire life, or a public school. Maybe you went to my grade school, St. Joes. Probably not, because I swore that I was not going to live in Minnesota. If we're living in Minnesota, come talk to me before you finish this letter. I'm 100% positive I will give you very good reasons why we live in Minnesota. Maybe you're going to my all girls middle and high school, Visitation. If you haven't learned about Visitation, again come talk to me. This can wait until the end of this first letter, but come talk to me at some point. I put the date on the top of this letter because I think it will creep you out. Like 2014! What? You're so old, Mom! You wanna know what else will creep your out? I was born in the year 1999. True story. Anyway, I don't know what you're life is going to be like when you're reading this. Hell, I don't even know what my life is now.

     These letters are going to be crazy. They are everything that I wish my parents (your grandparents) would have written down for me. Speaking of your grandparents, I hope you know them. I hope you spend nights at their house and your grandpa makes you pancakes in the morning. Also, I hope you've been to Big Rice. I'm not going to explain this on here, but if you have questions let me know. Your grandparents are wonderful, wonderful people and if I'm half the parent to you that they were to me, you're going to turn out just fine. Trust me. These letters are coming from my 100% unedited brain. They are about who I am, what I want you to know, what you should now, what I need you to know. Everything. They will be crazy. They will be all over the place. But they are something you should read. Now, if you're a boy and you are anything like your Uncle Jack (my brother), you are going to hate reading. But please, just read it. Now, if you're a girl and you are anything like me, you're going to love it or hate it. I don't know, man. Sometimes I love reading; sometimes I hate it. These letters are posted on a blog, so you guys may not be the first ones to read it, but you guys are the only ones who get to fully understand it and ask me questions about it. You guys will know the answers and it will make sense to you. 

     This is just the beginning. This is the first letter of many. I'm going to write another one right after this and really get the ball rolling. I hope you guys are happy. And I hope you had a fantastic birthday.

Love, 

Mom