The Language of Love

For today's installment of Carin's February challenge I turn your attention to the language of love.  Brett has had to go out of town a LOT lately and this trend will continue indefinitely during this economic recession.  Unfortunately the company has had to bid a lot of out-of-town jobs.  At least we have a job right? :)

Anyways, Brett often leaves at 5:00 am before any of us are crazy enough to get up so when we DO get up at a saner hour we find notes that he has written us or emails he has sent throughout the week.  Sometimes I find notes in odd places later in the week.  For the boys he leaves their note at the breakfast table telling them he loves them and what fun activity/activities he will do with them when he gets home.

This week I found my note here ....

You don't get to read my note.  SORRY!!!!  If I let you read mine Brett might never write me one again!!!!  I can't let THAT happen!!!!  Although I do keep everything remember so I suppose I could just start hiding old cards and notes and pretend they were new ones if he did stop writing me notes.  But that's kind of sad and pathetic... kooky really.  But who ever accused me of being normal? oh wait... me!!!!  I'm ALWAYS saying I'm the only normal one in my family.

But I digress...

Brett also calls a couple of times each day asking me how I'm doing (checking my sanity and how many kids are in time-out).  Actually come to think of it he doesn't actually ask who is in time-out but asking me how I am is a natural lead in to that don't you think?

Each day the boys pray for dad that he will be safe and I pray he won't be a minute late getting home from out of town(for multiple reasons).

We are so grateful for Brett.  He works hard for our family and showers us with love.  Thanks for all you do Brett!