Thank you for spending the weekend with me. I really needed it.
Thanks also for…
…doing my dishes and cleaning my kitchen while I laid on the couch complaining about my stomach.
…washing and drying your own sheets, and making your bed, since I didn’t get it done before you got here.
… ignoring the fact that you had to sleep on a mattress on the floor in Adam’s room.
…cooking dinner Sat. night.
…fixing Adam’s chair cushion, even though it was seriously confusing.
…letting Adam shower with you, to avoid a meltdown.
…crafting and baking with me (for me?)
Dear Best Friend’s Husband,
Thank you for…;
…picking up sticks with Adam for Best Friend’s and my pumpkins.
…cleaning out my garbage can because Best Friend said I couldn’t leave the nasty stuff in the bottom any more.
…helping hubby FINALLY finish putting steel up on the cattle shed. My wallet will thank you this winter.
…taking the stupid password thingy off my computer.
Dear “The Rest of You,”
My best friend lives hundreds of miles away, in Ohio. She and I met several years ago because our boyfriends (now husbands) were fraternity brothers. I miss her a lot. We like to craft together. And shop for fabric together. And bake together. And just hang out. She and her husband came this weekend and spent 3 glorious days here. We hadn’t seen her since January, and we hadn’t seen him since, um, I don’t remember…Christmas 08?
It was an awesome weekend. She truly took care of Adam and I, and her husband helped Bart finish up a project that a) needed a buddy and b) was supposed to be done LAST fall. I am hoping they will move closer when she finishes her thesis, so we can have more of these wonderful weekends!!!