{"id":896,"date":"2017-01-06T05:01:32","date_gmt":"2017-01-06T05:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-collin\/"},"modified":"2017-01-06T05:01:32","modified_gmt":"2017-01-06T05:01:32","slug":"dear-collin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-collin\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Collin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hello love. Last night Jonathan and I had dinner with your mom. It was so great to see her, she really did look good. She&#8217;s been having a heel of a time, all of us have. She&#8217;s taken up knitting and dropped couponning; she said there isn&#8217;t point in it since no one is there to eat. We talked about our future plans and school and the marines.<br \/>\nAfter dinner we said our goodbyes and went to your grave. She pulled in right behind us. She got out of the car with a little tiny broom and some wipes and I lost it. She brushed off all of the grass then wiped down your whole headstone.  I couldn&#8217;t see how she was so strong, cleaning with a smile. I broke down. I miss you so much, I love you. I&#8217;ll see you again very  soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hello love. Last night Jonathan and I had dinner with your mom. It was so great to see her, she really did look good. She&#8217;s been having a heel of a time, all of us have. She&#8217;s taken up knitting and dropped couponning; she said there isn&#8217;t point in it since no one is there [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-896","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/896","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=896"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/896\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=896"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=896"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=896"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}