Dear Dad,

Today is one of those days when I really hope you're watching over me...not because I'm doing anything exciting or extraordinary, but because it's one of the (few?) days that I haven't done anything I imagine would have possibly upset or disappoint or embarrass you. Just in case you haven't been watching, allow me to regale you with a recap of my Sunday, a day in the kind of life I'm sure you'd want me to be living.

I woke up early this morning to attend mass, with Nic, no less. Despite all the questions I've had about heaven since you died, I don't need you to confirm to me that bringing someone, especially a non-Catholic heathen, to mass earns me a extra credit point or two in God's eyes.

After church, I came home and got started on laundry, dutifully washing, drying, folding, hanging, and putting away Nic's clothes like a good little wife would. See, I'm practicing! I'm not going to be sick of Nic by October. On the contrary, I'm going to damn near be an old pro at this stuff. Ha.

Between loads of laundry, I watched wholesome reality shows on TLC, took a brief nap, read a book with hardly any dirty passages, reheated for lunch some of the delicious, healthy dish I prepared for supper on Friday, and worked out for forty minutes.

Shortly after I cooked up some spaghetti for supper and ate with Nic, he took off to do some drumming with friends. Since then, I've started a new book and soaked in a toasty bubble bath. I'm now snacking on some light popcorn with a sugar-free, fat-free, calorie-free Coke and watching the Oscars (for the first time in my life, I can fast forward through commercials!)

See, Dad? You raised a good kid! Well, at least one. I really can't speak for the other two. You should definitely watch over them anytime I'm out having drinks and see for yourself.

I miss you.

Love,
Angie