Dear Josh, Can you believe we’ve been in The Grange for a month?? Whoa baby!! Dear Miller, even though walking through the apartment is like walking through a minefield, you gnaw our fingers and toes, and wake us up at 7:30 on a Saturday we sure do love you because you’re cute when you sleep and funny when you play. Dear Sweet Tooth, stop it already. Seriously. Enough’s enough. Dear Ms. Rachel (Jared’s grandmother), thank you for hosting us, feeding us, and being an awesome grand mom. Your chicken divan, green beans, and blueberry pie filled my stomach as well as my soul. Dear Husband of Mine, thanks for being my best friend…and doing the dishes. These things bless me.