SO, i awoke this morning to elise quietly calling my name and then handing over some papers for the mister and i to read. she stated that she made these for us and then went off to play. this is what they said...
dear dad,
thanks for being my dad. i enjoy you as my dad. i can't wait to go to the carnival together. also, thanks for being the best you can to do stuff for us. i know you can't do a lot of stuff or get a lot of stuff i want. but that's okay. i'm happy with what i have. that's why i love you for being my dad. p.s. i love you dad.
from elise
dear mom,
thanks for being my mom. i appreciate all of the things you do. especially keeping me healthy. sometimes i know you can't do things or play with me. but that's okay. i know you are busy doing things. or taking care of wesley. or even going out grocery shopping. the only thing i'm glad about is that you're my mom.
p.s. i love you mom.
from elise
um, thanks. right? these are supposed to be nice, right? i don't know, they seem to be back handed insults to me. but i'll give her the benefit of the doubt. thanks elise. i love you too.
