My letter to my future self!

This is my letter to myself when I'm all grown up. Who knows if I'll have it or anything! But it was a fun one to write.

Dear me,
Boy have you learned a lot. (I hope anyways.) I hope you have learned not to stress so much about the small things in life. Like running over a raccoon or not getting an assignment done. I hope you have learned to appreciate the little things more such as the clouds in the sky or the way the leaves turn colors in the fall. When you were a teenager, you rushed around and didn't take the time to see anything. You worried about grades, and boys, and friends, and school lunches; silly little things.
I hope you have found your soul mate and settled down with him. Boys were always huge to you. Not life consuming or anything, well at least you didn’t show they were. You tried your best to play hard to get, for awhile at least. I bet you planned a great wedding. And I sure bet you didn’t allow a short engagement. I haven’t changed that much; I need lots of time to plan. I bet you made sure everybody was overjoyed on your wedding day; even if you were stressing. That’s just how we are. I bet you used the color pink; I hope. You will probably like the color pink forever. I bet you over planned the honey moon too. You probably spent too much money trying to have the best of the best; but it was worth it.
I bet you have lots of little babies. I have always loved kids; always will. I bet you enjoyed the chocolate cravings when you were pregnant, even if you faked them! I bet you didn’t take labor too well. We aren’t the best at handling pain. I bet you cried when you saw your babies little face staring up at you. I bet you cried at all the milestones, except potty training, I bet you jumped for joy! Changing diapers has never been a specialty. I bet you have had your days of practice though. I bet you secretly enjoyed the naughty words your baby muttered, or when they know they do something bad so they turn with that little grin. I can only imagine how you felt sending them off to pre-school. Lots of tissues had to be used on that one. If we turn out anything like mom, I bet you took a million and twelve pictures in every different setting along the way. But one thing I know for sure is you loved those kids like you have never loved anything. They are a part of you. I bet you did cheesy little things for them along the way that they laughed at you for, but you did it because you didn’t know how other to express the joy of having such beautiful gifts. I hope that’s how the kid thing happened!
Finally, I hope you learned more about how to be yourself. In high school, you always wanted to please everybody but yourself. If you made a friend mad, you would worry until they told you to calm down. If you got a bad test grade you would feel like you disappointed the teacher. Let me tell you lady, not needed stress. I really hope it all pays off. I hope the grades and over achiever crap gets me good grades in college and a great career. I pray I’m successful. But after all of this I say I hope you changed about you, I hope you’re the same too. I hope you still act like a little kid sometimes, and watch Disney movies instead of Lifetime. I hope you laugh at the immature things people say. I hope you still love to make things, even if you can’t even draw stick people. I hope you still set goals and push yourself to reach them. I hope you still are caring and loving. So the more that I think about it, the more I hope I don’t change in some aspects. I’m not that bad aye?
See you, love yourself!
XOXO

Here is a little song about writing a letter to yourself. Letter to me by Brad Paisley (: