If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that Bridget had a fantastic birthday. Remember that birthday party I told you about? The one where no one knew her name. I spoke to the teacher and apparently it might have been because the children were only familiar with Bridget in class. She wondered if it was because they were someplace different. She told me when Bridget enters the class it is like Norm entering Cheers! I doubted her until this came home:
If we were having a glass of wine I would tell you that I am scared. I have my first physical therapy evaluation for my leg. My race in is less than 2 weeks and I am worried I will let my running partner down.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you how incredible Bridget’s teacher is and how she thinks outside the box. Bridget isn’t able to tell her about the weekends, so now we text photos with a quick narrative for the teacher to prompt a response. Bridget is learning to answer questions, so incredible.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that Abby told me the best part of Bridget’s birthday being on Thanksgiving was that the girls got to have pancakes while the adults had turkey. I will also tell you it was kind of gross seeing pancakes on the same plate as crescent rolls and cranberry sauce.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would share your tears over another act of gun violence, another terror attack and how another person became homeless. We would strategize on how the world would be better if only they let us run it.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that I ask you to kick me under the table the next time I try to broach politics with family members.
If we were having a glass of wine I would tell you that the freaking Elf is back and making me miserable.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would snort out loud as I relayed the story of how while chasing after Bridget I did the best fall, seriously on a scale of 1-10 I would have gotten a 10 for style. It worked so well, that Bridget came back and laughing asked me, “what happened”?
If we were having a glass of wine I would tell you how I am fighting her insurance company, who for some unknown reason did not get her renewal form even though I have a confirmation e-mail.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that I hung the poster of how Bridget’s classmates described her in my hallway. That I will keep it there as a reminder that they truly understand her best attributes: good hugger, she is nice and best of all…a good friend.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would smile and tell you I feel guilty for having such a fantastic week. I would hope you did as well, but would listen if you did not.
So tell me, over a glass of wine, how was your week?
(Un)Diagnosed and still okay 
Sounds like an amazing week! If we were having a glass of wine I would tell you that my favorite part about my week was that I got to spend time with my family and had all my kids together again! Love my family so much. Hope you have another great week!
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If we were having a glass of wine I would be panicking bc I felt “out of my head”. But have been thinking of learning to drink with you; great exposure! I would tell you that you’d never let me down, especially over a ridiculous race. I’d tell you how awesome it was to see the poster bridget’s friends made. She is a part of the community. I would tell you that I’m not surprised David showed Abby that deer; but she’s gotta confront death sometime. I would tell you that I’m nervous for the race but as you say “holy crap!”, after all this training I think we might pull it off. I’d tell you that the phone auto-corrected community to communist–which I doubt Bridget is a part of–and that deep down I have socialist leanings. But you knew that 😏
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If we were having a glass of wine, I would wonder aloud at why you feel guilty for having such a great week, because life is relative and we have to enjoy what we can of it, guilt-free, otherwise what’s the point?
I’m pretty sure I’d volunteer to come to your family dinners and kick you under the table, but also would want to know why pancakes and crescent rolls and cranberry sauce on one plate is so heinous (given I’m the aunty who allowed her Neff to smother his bananas-and-cream pancakes with tomato ketchup once, in a cafe, because he wanted to and why NOT!).
I’d cross my fingers for good news about your leg and your race, and roll my eyes that you’d think you would be a let-down, because medical HAS to be a priority, and you’re gonna need that leg in one piece when you’re old, FAR more than you’re gonna need to have run this race.
If we were having a glass of wine, in all honesty by this point I might be asleep, because I’ve a cold coming on, and wine makes me sleepy, but I’d rouse myself for long enough to tell you that I’ve had fun poeming lately, that I’m glad Bridget’s classmates and her teacher are awesome, and to cheer you on for the insurance company battle.
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I was already wondering, if the elf was alllowed to visit you at all this year… 😉
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