(Not to be confused with a Japanese telephone greeting)
Today I received the sweetest mushy email from my Tom!
It’s a good thing he wasn’t here, because I would have attacked him with kisses and hugs.
My five year old read it over my shoulder and gave me a big hug. “Isn’t Dad nice?” she said.
Although it made MY toes warm, it’s tame enough to share.
So I am.
Because I love him.
Thank you for packing my lunch.
Thank you for helping me find my cigar cutter.
Thank you for washing the dishes.
Thank you for making dinner every night.
Thank you for getting me a towel.
Thank you for having clean clothes for me.
Thank you for finding my contact lenses.
I love you, Sarah…