He’ll write me a letter then fold it up in some creative origami way and leave it for me to find: under my pillow, by my bedside, tucked in a book, all over the house. Sometimes with a piece of precious candy from his treasured Halloween/Easter/Valentine’s Day stash but he leaves it somewhere then sits back and waits for me to make the discovery.
I can’t tell you everything that’s in them, that would be cheating, but the one I found this week was one of my favorites. I’ll post a quick excerpt (and remember whose spelling I’m using):
You might think at times that your not a very good mom. But I don’t think even a person with an all-seeying eye could find a better mom than you (even if we don’t have video-games).
I’m keeping this to pull out on days when he’s not as happy with me or when I’m not as happy with him–these things get you through the less pleasant parts of parenting and makes me remember why I wanted to be a mom.