You probably saw this post and thought, “well, it’s about time!” And I don’t blame you for that. I kind of made your letter last on purpose, because I know that you are actually going to read yours. So I guess I’m kind of a sadist.
You could probably expect this, especially if you read Rick’s letter from yesterday, I don’t remember much of my years as a small human. But I do remember some things, like you straightening my hair for me, and helping Mom get me and Bri ready for multiple Halloweens and dance recitals (thanks, by the way). I remember your signature sweatpants past your feet and big t-shirt look—we even sport it around the house sometimes. I actually also remember the first time I met Mike…and the first time I cursed in public (I don’t think I’ll ever live that down).
I used to think it was so weird (and even denied it) whenever Mom or Dad would tell me that I make the same facial expressions as you. I never meant to look or sound like you, but apparently, I do, sometimes. I even catch myself doing it every once in a while—that first realization that Mom and Dad were right was kind of spooky. But now I’m used to it, and it even makes me laugh.
I kind of hate that you, Mike, and the kids moved to Florida. I know that you did what you had to, and I understand that your move was what was best for you and your family, but it sucks not getting to see you as often as I’d like to. And as much as I love you guys (and Disney), I would never ever in a million years move down there (unless I had no other choice). But hey, I’m looking forward to visiting in March!
I appreciate that even though we live hours away from each other, we still talk and send each other things over the internet as often as we do. I guess distance does make the heart grow fonder! The distance does makes me feel like I’m missing out on your life, and watching the kids grow up, but seeing you post pictures on Facebook usually makes me feel a little better about it (but it doesn’t make it suck any less). I can’t lie, social media really helps with the FOMO.
Speaking of FOMO, I’m sorry that we don’t get to see each other for holidays or birthdays. I probably hate that more than anything else. We should see what we can do to get you guys up here for Christmas next year (it’s way too short notice to try that this year). Sidenote: I don’t really know how to make it happen, but I really want all of us to somehow update that picture we took in Rick and Ryan’s apartment back in 2012. It’s long overdue.
I hate that you guys are struggling, and I really hate that Mike has to drive for so long every day just to get to work and come back home. It’s actually kind of ridiculous. But I really admire how both of you keep it together and make that system work. Seriously, you guys are rock stars.
Which reminds me, I also really admire how you guys are really good parents. Yeah, both Peyton and Jordan are totally insane, but they’re adorable, and actually good kids. I think that you and Mike got really lucky in that department—all three of the kids are such firecrackers. And I’m really happy to see Brandon doing well with where he is in school (and I’m even more happy that he got over that whole phase when he used to call everyone Poop). I’m excited to watch them grow up, but I’d also like it if they could, like, slow it down a bit? Thanks.
I am so grateful to have a big sister to look up to. You don’t take anybody’s bullshit, and you stay out of drama. (I try my best to do the same, but apparently, I can’t get my other foot out the door.) I love that you have really been a really good person to talk to, and that you hear me out, and not treat me like a kid.
I am truly lucky to have had such good people in my life. In so many different ways, I look up to each and every one of my siblings (I mean, I have to—you’re all taller than me—but that’s besides the point). For anything I’ve needed, you’ve been there for me, and I will try my best to do the same.
So, here it goes, Jo. Thank you for backing me up when I ask for it, and kicking my ass when I need it. Thank you for being a real person, in a world full of fake smiles and sugarcoating. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me as a child, whenever Mom and Dad needed the help. Thank you for making me feel included. And being a good role model in my life; you’re such a good wife and mom. I don’t know many happy couples that are still in love, and it’s nice to see you and Mike are, without trying to prove that to anyone. Thank you for bringing Mike into our family (even though we can’t bowl together), and bringing Brandon, Peyton and Jordan into this world. I am just really grateful, and I don’t think you guys realize that.
I’ll probably talk to you later. I love you.
P.S.: When are you going to start aging? Let me know.
Prompt: Do you have any siblings? For every sibling you have, write one letter to them per day. If you don’t have any siblings, write a letter to your parents about being an only child.