Dear Ella,
It isn’t very common for a person to have known their stepmom their entire life. Its not like Dad was rich and you were the nanny. When I tell people that you were my next door neighbor growing up, they jump to conclusions. Don’t worry; we know that it isn’t true.
There are a lot of fond memories that come to mind over the years with you. I remember sneaking into your kitchen and taking samples of food, not realize that it was sitting there for me to take the whole time. Then there was the time that I wrote “Hi Ella” in the snow by walking the letters out. Or the time that we were at the State Fair and I reached up and put out your cigarette with my finger. This might seem like a weird thing to associate with positively, but I believe that was the moment that was the moment that convinced you to quit.
Thanks for giving the open invitation to let us swim in your pool. I realize now that it was a win-win situation, eliminating the most annoying part of having a pool; cleaning it. I would also like to thank you on behalf of my pre-pubescent self for watching soft-core porn with you windows open. Even better than dad’s National Geographic magazines.
I know that once you and Dad started dating that things got a bit challenging with us. I really don’t think that you should take it personal at all. It was my age. All boys are little jerks then. Sorry about that. I know now that the cheesy eggs and blueberry buckle was always for me. Thank you for that.
I know that you guys trusted me because I didn’t have a curfew. Just the rule that I had to be at church on Sunday morning. I do think that you were a bit (lot) too cautious with me and the girl foreign exchange students. C’mon, I wasn’t allowed in the same room with the door closed? Even when Heather was there, too?
You are a super-loving woman that takes other people’s worries ahead of your own. I think that you need to take a break every once in awhile and make Dad do everything. You are the consummate nurturing mother whether it is a biological, foster, grand, step or foreign child, they are all loved the same. Thank you for that.
Love,
Adam
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