Dear Ethan

Laurel’s sorry for all the dinners served way too late, or not at all, and that virtually every one of them consisted of fried eggs over various cereals, sandwiches, and plates. She is sorry that she rendered every countertop in the kitchen unusable for 4 months straight due to the stacks of dry ingredients and proofing breads that covered them. Thanks for putting up with it all. She loves you so much.