dear taylor swift

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Dear Taylor,

I sent the books I thought you would like to your fan mail address. I hope they find their way to you. The box is covered in cat stickers.

I’m still listening every single day.

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cleaning up bottles

Dear Taylor, 

We are twenty days into January, but I still started the day with “New Year’s Day”. 

And I’ve ended the day in the loveliest way - a bath. Is there anything better? 

Two things made this one especially magical:

one: “Mariana” by Monica Dickens. 

I’ll definitely be adding this book to my end table of books to someday give you. It was written in 1940, so there are dated moments within the pages that make you say, “Oh dear, that’s unnecessary”. But there are moments that would absolutely take your breath away. I just know they would. I can see you living in this world Monica Dickens has crafted. The whole book screams your name. 

two: my favorite wine, Helena Blush

If you ever find yourself in Crossville, Tennessee, you really must visit Stonehaus Winery. But if I were to find out you were at Stonehaus and grabbed your Helena Blush and went on your merry way, it would break my heart. So first, please stop by and pick me up and we’ll go do a tasting together, okay? 

Hugs,

Tabitha

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coast is clear

Dear Taylor,

On this afternoon’s walk with my husband, a jet flew right under the crescent moon. I didn’t have my phone, so I didn’t get a picture. You’ll just have to take my word for it that it was beautiful. My husband, Richard, didn’t mind that I stopped to watch until the moment passed. He really is quite fly like a jet stream himself. We recently got two new end-tables to replace the one that was in our living room. The old one has been moved to my writing & reading room. I’ve started filling it with books that I think you would like, just in case I ever get the chance to meet you. Wonderful and unexpected things do happen, you know. Max Kennedy once showed up at my Mama’s house to see my brother. The unfolded laundry was in the recliner and the dogs tried to play with him all the way up the porch ramp. 

Who knows? Maybe you’ll show up someday when I’m folding laundry. We can go for a walk around the neighborhood and see the lake. It isn’t the lakes, but it’ll do. 

I’ve been struggling a bit lately, but tomorrow I’m going to wear my white shirt with puffy sleeves and I’m going to listen to “willow” first thing... and that’s going to get me through.

Hugs,

Tabitha