I'm BACK! Yes, I've returned from Scotland! And, wow, was it the trip of a lifetime. Truly amazing. I enjoyed it immensely.
But do you know what else I enjoyed immensely? The number of reviews I found in my inbox when I returned this morning. I almost cried with joy, there were so many! And they were all so thoughtful! You people are absolutely fabulous; your words mean more to me than you could even imagine.
That is why, even though I'm absolutely exhausted from the travel and the time difference, I've already started writing again. Your reviews push me to do my best, and I'm hoping that I can update quite a bit more before the school year starts up again! I only hope that you all continue to enjoy my stories, and that if you have any feedback or critique, you'll share it with me :D.
Again, thank you ever so much for your words. I promise to keep doing my best!
Dear Molly,
Today, Pops demanded that Bo and I clean out our closets. A long, hard job for sure, but nothing that the bestest axe man in the whole wide world couldn't handle!
It turned out that I had things in that closet dating back a loooooong time. It was kind of entertaining to look through all that old stuff; it brought back lots of different memories from when I was younger.
What were you like when you were younger? Were you one of those cute little girls who wore pink and always had their hair up in pigtails? Or were you more of a tomboy, playing kickball on the playground instead of dress up? I'll definitely have to ask you at some point.
I want to know absolutely everything there is to know about you.
Anyway, most of the things that I found went straight into the trash, just because I didn't have room for them in my closet anymore. However, there were a few that caught my eye. One in particular, actually.
It was a small piece of paper. It read "MY DREAM GIRL" at the top in scraggly, five year old kid handwriting. Below the title was a drawing of a smiling stick figure with long hair, presumably my dream girl. And below my artistic masterpiece there was a list:
1) Pretty
2) Dark purple hair
3) Loves animals
4) Laughs at all my jokes
5) Name starts with an L like mine does.
Let's see…you've got the pretty category covered, there's no question about that. You also love animals. Sure, you don't laugh at ALL of my jokes, but I'm still working on that. Where you and my dream girl differ is that you don't have dark purple hair, and your name starts with M.
But you know what? I'd trade dark purple hair for your soft brown hair in a heartbeat. And to heck with our names beginning with the same letter! Five year old Luke really didn't understand women if he thought that he'd only find true happiness with a girl whose name started with L.
I decisively threw the piece of paper away. I don't need my dream girl anymore. You're better than her, Molly. Unlike my dream girl, you actually exist.
I wonder what your dream guy was like at age five. He must've had bright blue hair and unmatchable axe skills, I'm sure of it.
Yours (I' never really liked purple hair that much anyway),
Luke
