Friday, January 29, 2021

 Dear Tyler,

Hi my sweet son! How are you doing on this Friday evening? Mom is not going to be able to write to you very long today because it is already after 5 pm and I am just getting done my boxes. I am so sorry that I haven't written to you in 2 days either. I know that you see how busy Mom has been and I know you understand but I still can't help but feel guilty for not writing. 

These last 2 days...Wednesday and Thursday have been nothing but curating all my boxes for February and getting the card insert written and typed up so that they can be printed out. Mom also had to do all the pictures and wording for the website, Facebook and Instagram. This was all just finished as of 5 minutes ago. It has been a crazy whirlwind of a week but I am done and happy with all the results. I will print the papers off this weekend and insert them in my boxes along with their Valentines Day cards and then the rest will be just taping the boxes up and getting them to the post office next week. I am pretty proud of myself for doing all this in 3 days. It has not been easy and I have hustled my butt to get it done in between cleaning and leaving so that showings can be done for the house. We have been getting a bit of traffic but still no offers coming in yet. Mom knows that the right buyer is out there for this house and I hope that this buyer comes along quickly! I am still praying every morning and night that we get good news and soon. If we want to be out by April 1st then we need to have some offers come in within the next couple weeks. Anything that you can do with God and the Angels, Mom would definitely appreciate it so much. Tomorrow Mark and Mom are going to go look at some houses. They are a few that we are really interested in but we don't want to get our hopes up at all because we need to sell the one we are in before we can move and make an offer on a new home for ourselves. Mom will update you over the weekend on how it went and what we thought of the places. The one that Mark really liked and wanted to show Mom is now under contract so we can't go and see it. We are both bummed out but Mom knows that with the perfect buyer for ours...there is a perfect home out there for us as well. Mom is trying to stay positive through this whole ordeal. It is seriously stressful. 

Mom hasn't really spoken to anyone this week other than Aunt Beck. She is doing well. She was just checking on on us to see how we were doing. Bean is good too. Guess she is happy with her new little apartment with her BF. That is great to hear. Grandpa is having trouble with his furnace again. Guess he was up all night last night because it wouldn't work. The weather there has been below zero so everything is freezing up. I wish that he would realize that he is not as young as he once was and time. Debbie doesn't help him at all either. I wish he wouldn't be so stubborn and he would just give in to moving here. At least he wouldn't have to worry about that stuff anymore and we could help them out if need be. Debbie says he will never move but I think it is her that won't. Sometimes she really pisses me off. Anyways.... Mom will update you as I know of things. I will write to you tomorrow evening as we will be gone all day and I will write to you on Sunday as well. I need to get going now to feed the pups and walk them plus we need to get dinner going for ourselves. It is 5:30 pm. Time is escaping Mom. I will light a candle for you in a bit. I will whisper to you later this evening so smile for me when you hear my voice and I will smile back to you. I miss you more than words can say. I love you to the moon and back and all the way around the worlds. You are my hero and the wind beneath my wings. Forever you live in my heart, mind, body and soul. Have fun while I sleep tonight and hopefully you can come visit me in my dreams. Please watch over us and keep us safe and healthy. Fly high and free, pumpkin. Until tomorrow comes...good night and sweet dreams my sweet precious son.

Always, Mommy xoxoxo. Muah 💖

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