An open letter
To the parishioners of my church:
(Who, to my knowledge, do not know of the existence of this blog, but that's the beauty of a blog, isn't it? That you can write letters to people who will never read them?)
If you think I turned to you and scowled in church this morning, know that it was not you I scowled at.
If you think I winked at you, take not my wink personally.
If you think I waved at you, respond not to the wave.
If you think I wasn't paying enough attention to the service, well, you may have been right.
If you think I laughed at you, well, yes, I laughed at you. But I was also laughing at my baby girl, who thinks it's funny to jump up and down and giggle and say "it's funny!" and who will be Two Years Old tomorrow.
(Who, to my knowledge, do not know of the existence of this blog, but that's the beauty of a blog, isn't it? That you can write letters to people who will never read them?)
If you think I turned to you and scowled in church this morning, know that it was not you I scowled at.
If you think I winked at you, take not my wink personally.
If you think I waved at you, respond not to the wave.
If you think I wasn't paying enough attention to the service, well, you may have been right.
If you think I laughed at you, well, yes, I laughed at you. But I was also laughing at my baby girl, who thinks it's funny to jump up and down and giggle and say "it's funny!" and who will be Two Years Old tomorrow.
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