Hidden Notes

It has been one long week. I know my husband's week long absence is nothing compared to what some wives endure, but then again, there's a reason we both decided waaaay back that the military lifestyle was not for us. There's a reason my husband works a desk job that he's not crazy about just so he can be home every night and weekend. He's never missed a birthday. Never missed an anniversary. Never even missed a holiday (unless you count the few times he's been on call or something like that). I guess the point is, he's just as crazy about us as we are about him. Living below the national poverty level and surviving on one income can leave us lacking for many things (I dream about satellite television, for instance), but we know where our wealth lies.

We tucked this note deep inside his suitcase when he left last Sunday. It was the first thing he pulled out while unpacking yesterday. Oh, we have our moments, that's for sure. Sometimes things click, and sometimes they don't. Some days I couldn't be happier, and some days I think I could. I suppose that's what we call life. I just wanted to share this, I guess. In a day where families are stressed and husbands and wives are challenged to stay together, it takes a little effort by everyone to keep the boat afloat. Okay... sometimes alot of effort, but I'm assuming you get my point. My husband is a good man. And I don't care how old our kids get, I think it's good that they remind him of that, too.

Even in something as simple as a little corny note hidden away between t-shirts and socks. He said it made his day. And he made our day by making his way back home. Our table is full again.