A letter from Aug 11th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, So, Kaydence is like 19 now huh? When is she moving out? She doesn’t have kids yet does she? Is Michelle still brushing her hair and her teeth? Is Charlie still obsessed with Batman? And does Michael still tell you he loves you more, even though he’ll always be wrong? Is Google still around? I love that dog. And of Mawmaw isn’t around, I’m sorry. Imagine I am giving you a hug. Is Jamie still awesome? Do you keep up with Donita? I hope by now she has actually re-retired. Does Mr. Clubb still support like everything you want to do? I love that. How is mom? Is she okay? Does Chelsea have more than one kid by now? If not, that’s okay. Are the a cool aunt? I bet you are. Is Charlie the best looking boy in 3rd grade? Of course he is. Not sure why I’d bother asking. Does he still call you “my Jessica?” And tell you he loves you? I can’t imagine how much you love him by now. Do you love your job? Are you happy? Do you still cry at the smallest sentimental things, like writing future emails to yourself? I hope you do. I hope you and Michael planted that weeping willow tree, and I hope Michael’s Plymouth Roadrunner is making you uncomfortable at high speed turns. I hope Michael still tells you how awesome you are, and that he loves you every day. I hope you still refuse to get a bed larger than a queen, because even if it’s just your feet, he has to be touching you. I hope everyone calls you “Dr. Scott” without thinking about it. And I hope you still wrote poetry and repurpose things in your spare time. I hope you still love your house, your bridge, your tub, and the way Michael looks at you and winks.