Dear Mom,
I miss you. Things are pretty good here. No... I'm not married yet. I knew you'd ask.

You should learn to embrace the fact that I might not ever get married. I have. I'm getting too old for having kids, too. Not physically... I just don't think I want to be over 60 when they're going to college. Plus, it's hard enough just raising a dog. Speaking of...
Your grand-dogter has a boyfriend. His name is Ramrod. He's a 1.5 year old Beagle. What a lucky girl Lily is.

Anyway... the reason I write is to let you know that your beloved Astros have finally made it to the World Series. I remember all those years you sat at your desk in the family room and watched baseball games. I remember the year you were heartbroken because the baseball players went on strike. I'll be watching as the Astros make history. Whether they win or not, it's the first World Series in Texas.

I know you already know all this stuff because you watch over me. I hope what you see makes you happy. I'm happy.

Kim
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