FRIDAY'S LETTERS...

Dear great horned owl outside my bedroom window.  I am fascinated by your sound.  I lie awake at night and listen to your amazing, soft, sound echo through the woods.  I have asked God to let me see you.  I have just read about you and researched your hooting sound so that I could be sure of your species.  I am thrilled to know you are so close, you are music to my ears and your elusiveness intrigues me.  Thank you for your company, may you find many rodents to feast upon in the nature sanctuary I refer to as my yard.

Dear readers, I have decided to get a bit more personal on suitcase vignettes by joining a link up that I found on Kezzie's blog.   Thank you Kezzie!   She wrote her Friday Letters in one of her posts and I can't tell you how much this style of writing appealed to me.  I decided to add photos to personalize my letters.  These letters are more for me to express myself and my feelings.  I hope you don't mind.  I have found that this way of expressing myself is good for me and helps me organize my thoughts.   Some letters may be deep and personal and others may be funny and lighthearted.    If you would like to join this link up, go here  grab a button and begin writing.  Also, read others' letters too while you are there.  
Dear Timothy, my heart, your little face gives me more joy than you will ever know or understand.  When I rescued you from a parking lot in Philadelphia from the cold and threat of raccoons harming you as you were only 4 weeks old, my heart changed forever.   I am risking the chance of someone reading this thinking I am crazy for saying this but I don't care.  I have love in my heart so big that I think it will explode sometimes.  This must be how a mama feels about her child, I know that you are a cat but you are also my little baby rescue who I am responsible for and who I love unconditionally.  God sent you to me personally.  This, I know for sure.

Dear mom, we have not spoken since March when I had my breast reduction surgery.  I think of you often and wonder how long you will continue to be so upset with me that you choose not to speak to me.  The thing that upset me the most is that you did not take the time to let me know you were upset but chose to ignore my phone call and card on Mother's day.  I wish you well and hope that you come around.  This is a photo of you at Christmas when you were in your twenties.  I would love to duplicate this scene some year and pose as you wearing a groovy vintage dress and pig tails.  Not sure about bangs for me but they look good on you.  I forgive you.  DAWN XO