Dear KC:  Remember when you dug a giant hole in the middle of the ivy so that I could have a grapefruit tree?  I love you.  (And how about a lime tree for the other side?)

Dear Grapefruit Tree:  Remember how we picked you because you’re called “Cocktail Grapefruit“?  It was meant to be.

Dear Blog Readers:  Please ignore our string of Christmas lights in that picture.  I know it’s April, but that peak is super high and we’re a little bit trashy.  (And please note we did manage to take the other two strands of lights down.  …In March.)

Dear Self:  Happy birthday!  You are officially 30 (as of 5:52 this evening).  It’s gonna be an awesome decade and you should celebrate as much as you want.  (Also, remember how you almost pulled a hammy jumping puddles last week?  Very adult.)

Dear Friends and Family:  You guys are the best birthday gift I could ask for.  (And also probably why my actual birthday list is all, “a cat litter box! a laundry hamper!“)  *KC — you are my favorite, best and most important gift though.  It’s mushy but true.

Dear Rustoleum Metallic Gold Spray Paint:  You make me want to paint everything gold.  EVERYTHING.  (I’m coming for you, weird basement wall-pipes!)

Dear Laundry/Family Room Trunk:  As I suspected, the Kiwi Squeeze + gold was a great choice for a quick update.  (And the how-to and reveal of the finished piece will be up next week!)

Dear Neighbors:  You guys are awesome and we feel so lucky to have such nice friends living right next door.  (And we hope we don’t bother you… too much.)

Dear Penny:  I hope you had fun living like a wild pup outside all last weekend.  Let’s work on the whole “eating grass and then puking” thing though.

Dear House:  You are so cute, and such a great place to live.  We sure are lucky.

Love, Chelsea