dear baby jesus:
i know we don't hang out as much as we used to. i started running with a cooler crowd and you were kind of being a bummer. however, if you provide me with the life pictured here, i think we could start some preliminary gestures of reconciliation. the lawn, the lake, the dog, the delicious hammock - all of it would be a kick-ass present that says "i'm sorry my minions instilled shame and guilt into you".
think about it mmkay?