Guess what, guys? I cooked a proper meal for dinner for the second time ever! It was, shall we say, a learning experience. I made some wild rice, pretty much impossible to mess up, carrots and chicken. The carrots were delicious, if I do say so myself. And my boyfriend, who generally doesn't like carrots, told me they were pretty good. But the chicken... Well, I guess it wasn't that bad. My piece was fine, but Matt's was a bit undercooked where it was thickest, and after that neither of us really felt like eating more of the chicken. Plus, I cooked it in golden mushroom soup, which I probably won't do again. The smell reminds me of something rather unpleasant. On the plus side, though, I have some yummy leftover rice and carrots to eat tomorrow!
On to today's letter. Two letters, actually.
I wish you were more okay with the medicine I take. It really does make a difference. I'd rather not just "suck it up" when there are easier ways for me to be happy.
Also, as I've been getting closer to being a true-life, for-realsies grownup, I'm discovering that we're really similar. This fact is a constant source of hilarity for me. Some things are not so great: teeth clenching headaches and heartburn spring to mind. But some things are just awesome. The first time the thought that we were really similar crossed my mind was a year or so ago when we were at Nana's house and you jumped on to the ottoman and said "Wheeeeeee!" And I was like, "Oh, awesome! That's going to be me in 25 years!" Not in a sarcastic way, in a truly excited way.
So yeah. My biggest life goal is to be as awesome of a mom as you are.
I wish we talked more. I don't feel as close to you as I do to Mom and it makes me sad. But I guess I'm just still waiting for my "I'm just like my parents" moment to come with you.
Thanks for teaching me to parallel park. You're much more patient with my driving than Mom is.