Dear Texas, getting to live somewhere I can see fireflies almost makes the miserableness of summertime worth it. Dear chiggers, I’m never picking a blackberry again. You’re wretched, wretched little creatures and I’ll never forgive you for chowing on me like I’m a Big Mac or something . Horrid-ness. Dear dove (or whatever you are), you do realize that Madeline has claimed you as her “baby,” right? I hope she doesn’t break you with all of her loving. Also, please don’t peck her eyes out or anything if she tries to pick you up….