Three to four times a week, over texts, a beloved family member and I greet each other with terms of endearment. Not honey, sweetie, dear, or the like, but things like,
Good morning, Snazzy Pony!
How’s your day, Blueberry Pie?
Well, hey there, hi there, Glorious Snacker!
My Most Marvelous Mouse, do I ever have a story for you!
And I just want to say that it’s really sweet to greet and be greeted.
–Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 