I am sorry for the last two growing seasons. As is so often the case, I have been distracted by life events and not given you the attention you deserve. The last couple years have involved more wedding planning and baby making than weeding, and this has been unfair to you. I cannot imagine the shame you felt as the other yards teased you and told you that you looked like a foreclosure. Your weeds have been allowed to grow taller than your flowers and your edible plants have withered away. I won't even begin to apologize for the sins Prince has committed against you. Lets just agree to disagree about whether he was a good addition or not.
What I want you to know is that I can change. I'm sure you've noticed the car seat that often travels past you, and this probably makes you even more skeptical that I will have time for you. You should know, however, that that little squishy bundle of giggles and smiles often takes naps. I promise to spend at least one of those naps out puttering with you each day. I'm sure you've also taken note, that a somewhat healthy looking garden is growing within you, your green grass has actually been cut on a semi-regular schedule and Prince's poo poo no longer overstays its welcome. I cannot promise that you will ever win the prettiest yard on the block award, but I can promise that you will no longer be the worse (have you seen the yard across the street?).
Thank you for this second chance.
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