I realize I’ve written a number of letters to little Micah, but not many to you, my beautiful, kind, smart, strong daughters.

You are all currently on Spring Break. I’m not sure why you need a respite from preschool and kindergarten, but here we are nonetheless.

This year’s been a benchmark so far. And it’s set the standard way high. I don’t know how our lives can get much better than this. I’m writing this letter from a warm, jetted tub right now!

However, wise mommy knows it will get dull, than worse, and maybe even horrid before it reaches greatness like this again.

That’s life you see. It ebbs and it flows. You just have to float right on with it. No use in treading water or swimming against the grain.

We all went to your favorite place today Isla, Field of Dreams. It’s warm this week and the sun keeps pinching you and your brother’s cheeks red. Micah found bubbles and blew them for all the kids in the sandbox. Then we all got slushies. It’s been a good day.

Now, girls— I know I say this all the time, but when I look at you both, I love you so much I think I may explode.

You are both so smart and creative, beautiful, funny and fierce. Truly every one of my best parts on steroids. Isla, you’re already better at art than I am and Ever Iris, you are the baddest b*tch on the planet. My cutie beauties. My lil lovies.

You know, I was once cursed by my momma when I was a sass-mouthed teen to have an evil daughter like myself. But I’ve realized, I’m not evil at all. How can I be if I birthed so many things that are just so fabulous?

The breaks with you girls are magic. Including vacations, days at home, summer months and holiday time off. Do I need a break from time to time? Sure. But only so I can come back and love you two even more.

Now, let’s get dressed up and have a tea party. Pinkie’s up 🫖💕