Dear JRB (or should I say JDB?), remember that time you fake changed your middle name? I’m so proud of your deception. Dear Sleepy Self, in the last two nights you’ve dreamed you were pregnant riding a scooter from Montgomery to Lagrange and that your mom was the Queen of England. Maybe it’s time to stop watching so much television. Dear Sam and Miller, tomorrow you will experience Piedmont Park and the dog park for the first time. Please don’t embarrass me too badly. Dear Chocolate Banana Layer Cream Cake, you are everything that is right (and wrong) in this world. Dear Josh, please don’t kill me for posting this picture of you from our date last night. Trust me, you look handsome, and everyone needs to see.