mom,
i hope you are staying warm up there. the paperwhites are about a foot tall now and the cloves are firmly nestled in their oranges. the presents are (mostly) wrapped and under the tree. the purple bucket ornament you gave me when i was eight, hangs resolute on a top bow. regan arrives from boston on friday and we plan to cook up a storm together and invite friends to join us at the new table. harper's settling into her big girl bed nicely and the bad dreams are diminishing. the house feels good and provides me much comfort. thanks to you, i am filled with many bright memories of this holiday.
love,
me
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