Dear Husband,

I love how peaceful you look when you sleep. I love that you wake me up from nightmares and hold my hand the rest of the night so I won’t be scared. I love how you laugh at my nerdy jokes. I love how you love The West Wing. I love that you are always game for pretty much any food or activity I suggest. I love that you bought us two tickets to see Bill Cunningham New York on Tuesday. I love that you listen to me read passages from MFK Fisher to you. I love that you love me.

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Dear Dad,

Happy birthday! I hope you had fun buying pieces of car at the swap meet. I hope you have some birthday cake, or maybe a DQ Blizzard (Oreo, of course). I hope you can feel the long distance hug I’m sending you.

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Dear Tyson Cole,

Your last post was wonderful. I can’t wait to dine with you in 2030 at your 15-seater. Omakase.

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Dear Improv Show and Cocktails at The Tigress Pub,

You were so much fun! I was worried about participating in front of everyone, but it turned out to be fun. Also, the cocktails were perfection, and seeing old friends and new friends was worth the performance anxiety. Thanks!

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Dear Thrift Stores,

Thank you for providing things like purple skirts and Randy Travis records and tiny green coffee cups, and even a glass-and-metal cup sort of like the one that Julie Delpy drinks her citron pressé from in Before Sunset. You are a treasure trove.

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Happy Sunday, everyone!