If you haven't already figured it out by the time you are old enough to be interested in reading all these letters, your mom is a dork. Really. Let me share a few facts with you.
Fact: I was so excited about a field trip to the history museum in elementary school, that I couldn't sleep the night before and threw up. I begged your grandma to still let me go.
Fact: I went to science summer camp classes every summer as a kid. And loved every minute of it. I remember pouring through the class descriptions every Spring when your grandma would sign me up.
Fact: Your aunt didn't want to be friends with me when we were little because I talked too much about my rock collection. I memorized facts about every one.
Fact: I get ridiculously excited thinking about the day I can pass on said rock collection to you. I always imagine you loving it as much as I did.
Fact: When I found out that the school kept track of the students who didn't miss a day of school in third grade, I decided I would never miss again. And I didn't. Until senior year of high school, when I went shopping one day with your grandma. One day missed from third grade to high school graduation. Need I say more?
Fact: I still read science related books in my spare time. And watch documentaries and/or shows. They are my fave.
Life is great.
And museums and rock collections make it even better.
