The more things change...

Original post: February 25, 2007

I was doing laundry at my parents' house today, and my mother had been cleaning out a drawer of old pictures and things. She came across a note I had written her when I was rather young and she felt compelled to show it to me. I refused at first, thinking it would be something horribly embarrassing, but eventually caved. This is what I wrote:

Dear Mom,
I'm sorry you have to work to much, but when Dad's not here, you still have me to love. And when your not here, I have to try and like Jeff.
Love,
Ian

I'm adorable. I also noted that my handwriting looks exactly the same as it did then. I write like a seven year old.