Jordyn Letter

[UPDATE 4/29/2014 – I removed my daughter’s full name from this post.]

My recent attempts at interaction have failed.  🙂

But, you did favorite a tweet I wrote about you (and I cried) and then you blocked that account (and I cried).

I’ll just go back to talking at you in my blog.

I am so proud of your acting thing!  Acting always seemed like it would be SO MUCH FUN and I never had the balls to do it because of something that happened to me in the sixth grade.

I wish I would have been there to watch your performance.   If I had added two plus two and properly been stalking your Twitter then I would have figured out that the performance was in the future and that I could have made it and then shown up.  I could have been sneaky.

[This is a joke.  I won’t be showing up unannounced at anything of yours, except maybe High School graduation.  Do I need an invitation?  I’ll ask Dad.]

But, no, sadly, I caught up after the fact when I read all the available tweets from you back into 2012… I did that last weekend.

Twitter is pretty cool because I was able to figure out that you’re a really cool person.  I like the way your mind works.  I liked that you post 99% positive things.  I liked that you expressed yourself when you were dissatisfied.  I liked that you thinking about your mother’s feelings as well as your own.  You are a good kid and missing the dishes once and a while doesn’t chang that.

I don’t know you’re a good kid from Twitter (obviously).  What I “know” about you is what Dad and Lu Anne know about you (and about Josh) — That you’re happy and healthy — they’ve always been telling me so.

I love you and I have missed you every day.    Whatever you feel about me is obviously the right thing to feel about me because you feel it, but you don’t know me.  And I don’t know you.  Please, let’s change that someday soon.