Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

If You’re Reading This…

Dearest Lindsay,

If you’re reading this, you survived.

Which honestly means a lot of things probably went wrong… but you made it anyway.

You held your head up high and battled your way through the life fights you faced. We both know the ones I’m referring to — the ones that caused you to lose friends, but also the ones that led you to new friendships. The ones that pushed some family away, but brought other family closer.

Life had a funny way of doing that.

I hope you saw your children grow.

I hope they raised families of their own.

And I hope they fought a little too — not in the angry way, but in the brave way. The way that means they stood up for themselves and the people they love.

I hope you remember that even though I could be stubborn, I still followed most of the rules… most of the time.

I hope you accepted your flaws and learned to let go of the things that battled through your head that never really mattered. You spent way too much time worrying about things that turned out to be nothing.

I hope you learned to care less about what others thought of you and instead lived your best life.

I know you grew old with your husband, because the love the two of you share could never be shared with anyone else. I hope you laughed together. I hope you cried together. And I hope you still did karaoke on Friday nights — even if by now the neighbors are begging you to stop.

I hope you called your mother every day… or at least almost every day.

I hope you never let go of your dreams, your ambitions, and your willpower.

But most importantly, I hope you always knew you were loved.

Love,

Lindsay