Dear Mr. Hooker, apparently you aren't the only Jake Hooker with incredible musical abilities {hint of sarcasm}. We googled your name this weekend and found out that your name-twin is a twangy country singer. Something tells me he can't sing Randy Travis's "Deeper Than The Holler" quite like you can. (P.S. It just so happens that my name-twin is a jazz vocalist. Who knew?)
Dear self, you officially became a southern gal this Saturday, thanks to your dear friend Jenny. If your love of sweet tea and slight southern drawl didn't confirm it already, you now have a pink monogrammed shirt from The Joyful Peach to seal the deal. And since all southern ladies enjoy visits to Charleston, your charming gentlemen of a husband probably needs to take you there for your upcoming anniversary...
Dear cute little baby goat from the farm by our Suite, I don't think I've ever smiled so big as I did when I saw you running yesterday, kicking your hind legs in the air and jumping around. Pure joy! If I'm ever having a bad day, I'll be sure to remember you.
Dear Jake, what do you think about a baby goat for a pet? Just kid-ding! (I know... baaad pun.)
Past Letters
Each Monday I write four letters: two letters to my husband and two random letters to whatever else is on my heart each week. What originally started as a fun way to record events and funny stories pleasantly developed into a weekly habit of practicing thankfulness.
