It’s official! My treatment plan has come to an end! And I am OVER THE MOON happy with my results. Ever since I got my braces off in the 8th grade and refused to wear a retainer (hey thanks a lot for getting me into this mess, 13-year old Christen), my teeth have been shifting toward a reality that I was severely unhappy with.

I’ll be totally honest, when talking about food, there haven’t been too many things in the outside world that I have missed terribly during quarantine. I mean, of course I will randomly have a craving for McDonald’s breakfast, my favorite local hamburger place, or Chick-fil-a nuggets and waffle fries, but I’ve also landed somewhere around the deep end of coronavirus paranoia, which means I legitimately only leave the house to make Walmart Grocery Pickup runs and then aggressively sanitize each item as I bring it inside.

Crazy how time flies, right? It’s hard to believe that over a decade ago, I started a tiny baby biz from my parents’ kitchen counter. It has been my pride and joy since I was 22 years old, and its name is letterhappy. Its mantra? Everybody deserves a little happy. Here’s a peek at the letterhappy of 2020, but believe me.. it has come a LONG way since its humble beginnings in 2009.