Oh, what a whirlwind weekend? I came home to tears in my Ezra's eyes. I opened the letter, you said. I am "unaccepted". Not quite the expectation that I had for a usual Friday commute home. The letter clearly said "to the parents of..." Ezra Walker. I rarely share those things with you, unless they have good things to say. Maybe, I am shielding you a bit much. Things can't always say good things about you. You are my treasure, but you got a 2 and you knew you did. What happened? We've been reading before we talked, just about. Maybe too much Wii? Maybe you took the test on a bad day? Whatever.
The result took us on a dear and great adventure that I think we'd ever had. We've absolutely never gone, just you and me and your dad on a trip, just the 3 of us. Wasn't that nice.



Maybe that is what this is all about. Maybe not going to Fries will give us time to be just a trio, for a minute or two? Imagine that?
Thank you Elizabeth! We went to the aquarium!
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