Dear Ben Gibbard,
You are the best. Seriously. We've been big Death Cab for Cutie fans since high school, but seeing you live at Red Rocks was a highlight of our summer. And yes, I would follow you into the dark.
I see you, sneakily penciled in on the calendar. And one of these days I'll switch my normal gym workout to the treadmill, I promise.
Dear baby boy,
You turn 2 this week, so I guess you're not really a baby anymore! How did this happen? How am I old enough to have a 2 year old? This is madness, pure and simple.
Our free Chic-fil-a prep was a little rushed this year, but I can a family of darn cute cows show up at your restaurant and we savored every bite of our free food.
Dear window air conditioner,
You are without a doubt the best thing I've ever purchased. I don't know what we would do without you this summer.
Dear women of Boulder,
Put a shirt on. Please. Everyone will thank you.