Letters to my life: Dancing

Dear Woman at church who thought I was 17, and advised me to consider going to Biola University after graduation,

Thank you for forgetting to wear your glasses today. It made me feel guh-reat.

Love,

In-fact-let's-all-always-forget-to-wear-our-glasses Sarah

Dear Hyphen,

How would I sign these letters without you?

Love,

The-possibilities-are-endless-thanks-to-you Sarah

Dear Apple Inc.,

Today I realized I needed to go to the store to stock up on Candy Cane Lane tea before the Christmas season is over. Then I noticed my iPhone says it's February.

You might want to have your tech guys fix the calendar app. It's clearly not working correctly.

Love,

Good-thing-you've-got-me-to-advise-you Sarah

Dear Ladies, and Gentlemen with ponytails,

A coconut oil hair mask is your new best friend. Seriously. Go try it.

Love,

'I-whip-my-hair-back-and-forth' Sarah



Dear aforementioned Gentlemen,

Your ponytail is hot. Keep it. The answer is always keep it. 

Love,

Let's-whip-our-hair-back-and-forth-together Sarah

Dear Readers who are skeptical of male ponytails,

Are you skeptical now?

Love,

Not-with-Colin-Farrell-in-the-house-you-aren't!! Sarah

Dear Life,

I like you.

Love,

Sarah

Dear God,

When I get to heaven, one of the first things I want to do is watch Joni Eareckson-Tada dance.

Love,

And-then-maybe-you-and-I-and-the-rest-of-heaven-can-dance-with-her? Sarah



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