I’m sorry that as the book dragged on, you began to associate the sight of Laurel, Melissa, or me putting on an apron at home as going to work, and had to make it very clear that you did not approve. I know that it may have been confusing, but the last six months of working primarily from home and always being a few steps from you have been the best six months of my life. I’m sorry that you will be getting dragged to work with me again soon. Luckily with all your new egg-cracking skills you’ll be super-helpful. I am so blessed to have a front-row seat to the movie of your life; every day I wake up more excited than the last to see what will happen next. Watching you in the world is an inspiration. I love you.
