Forgive me husband- for breaking up with you those 3 or 4 times while we were dating. Even though I married you, I think it still bothers you.
Forgive me dad- for not winning the “Why My Dad’s the Best Dad” Father’s Day writing contest when I was 8. I sure wish they had returned it so we could read a losing dad essay. It must have stunk.
Forgive me brother- for we both know it was me who snuck out of the house that hot summer night. Thanks for taking the blame.
Forgive me Rookie- if I hadn’t loved you so much, you sweet old dog, I could have ended your suffering sooner.
Forgive me Jon Lucas- for kicking you in the shins for pestering me to kiss you in 2nd grade. I was glad you moved in 3rd grade.
Forgive me class of 1986- for my conceit and vanity. I believed Mark Whitehair when he said I was the prettiest girl in the school.
Forgive me mom- for moving so far away.
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Forgive me Chanel- for paying you a compliment instead of a tip at Applebee’s.
Forgive me Lord- for making a mess of it! I can see why you’re big on grace.
If you’re forgiven…do you know what for?