To the Plum:
We said goodbye to 2011 with the Lees, only at like 9:00. We learned that you still HATE fireworks and I hate anyone making noises that will either scare you or wake you up in the middle of the night.
You wanted Nic's chair. When he would not just give it to you, you sat on him. You are a bad friend like that.
I hope y'all will be life long friends. If so, we have some pictures of y'all bathing together that I'm going to break out at senior night or a wedding rehearsal.
Nonnie and PawPaw wanted you to spend the night with them tonight. You are going through this real mama phase right now. Daddy can't do anything to comfort you nor can Nonnie. So when I left today, you got upset which upset me. I told your daddy that there is not anywhere else on earth that I would leave you when I didn't have to but at Dog Road. I know that spending time with your Nonnie and PawPaw makes memories that you will cherish for the rest of your life, just like I do with my memories of spending the night with PapPaw and MamMaw. Here you are tonight enjoying your "after bath snack" with PawPaw.
Nonnie and PawPaw are planning where to take you this summer on the "Big Bus." That is what you call the new RV. You kept wanting to ride on the Big Bus so they took you to spend the night in the Walmart parking lot Christmas night since it was closed. Yes, they are that head over heels in love with you and you loved it.
It seems like 2011 was over in the blink of an eye. We kicked it off one year ago today by all (along with several other friends at the same NYE party including the Lees) becoming so violently ill that I wasn't sure if we would survive. The verdict is still out on whether it was a super virus or food poisoning, medical minds differ. I felt queasy today just thinking about it. It is the only time that I have been too sick to go to you when you cried. Luckily, I had already called Nonnie and PawPaw from the bathroom floor when I heard Daddy in the other bathroom. I knew we were screwed and in it for the long haul. They showed up just after midnight that night to pick you up. You waited until y'all were at the end of our neighborhood before you threw up all over their car. From there, y'all had a harrowing trip to the Walmart in the middle of the night for supplies. This trip did nothing to improve your grandparents' opinion of Vicksburg. Apparently, there was a domestic disturbance over whether to purchase beer or cigarettes along with some unsavory characters in the parking lot there left a lasting and much talked about impression. All of this leads Nonnie and PawPaw to opine on the trashiness of our town and the Walmart in-particular. Its not classy like the Hazelhurst Walmart. Good times.
Here is to hoping that 2012 starts off better than 2011!