Friday Letters . . .

This seemed like an appropriate picture for a Friday to sum up the week.

:)

I'm still in the blogging challenge but am choosing to skip today's topic prompt and just do Friday Letters (link up) instead.

Dear Wes,

I'm sorry for my increased irritability and how I can get severely irritated in 2 seconds flat. I'm blaming it all on pregnancy hormones.

Dear Weather,

Who asked you to visit us? Seriously, you suck! I've only lived in humidity, so I don't know what it'd be like without you. The only way I can describe Iowa weather/humidity is walking into a brick wall when you exit the safety of the indoors.

Dear Vince,

You crack me up. Your heightened concern and worry over me is adorable.

(Everytime he walks by me he asks if I'm ok and if he can help me get up.)

Dear Wes,

You are the most amazing husband. I could not ask for someone better.

Dear Baby Beck,

I'm bummed we don't get to see you today, but hopefully we'll at least be able to hear your heartbeat.

Since I don't really have much of a bump and can't feel you yet, I worry easily. I try to keep my mind off of it, though, knowing many people are praying for you and your health.

See ya in five months.

♥