Dear Mrs. Future

Dear Future Mrs. Jesse Corbridge.

My independently wealthy brother is spending his wealth on me. Quite Frankly, I can't figure out why you are letting that happen. It baffles me that you haven't shown up yet.

On this trip alone he has bought me two snow cones, (slurping craving gone bad) a mango smoothie, sweet pineapple bread, fruit chutney, and lunch at Big City Diner.

He has also carried my child to the very top of Diamond Head going so fast that he lapped the lady carrying hand weight, balancing a bottle on her head, and singing out loud to some techno stuff. He impressed many tourists who offered him money in exchange for a ride up as well. He politely declined. He is a gentleman.

He also made me lunch today. Ham and Hummus sandwich on homemade wheat bread with fresh basil and a tiny bit of Italian dressing. (With a side of mango's)

When my child has been cranky he has responded with amazing dancing crayon tricks and sound effects that are somewhat reminiscent of a missile landing in water.

For all of the above you can see that he will be an awesome husband and great father.

.....yet you remain hidden....

I hope you are busy at tree pruning school because that is one of the few excuses I will accept.

Your future best friend/Sister-in-eternitylaw

Lindsey

PS Noelle sends her love.