Dear Husband,

It's weird here. Things are quiet. They're tidy.

Tidiness and being quiet aren't your strong suits, you know. But that's ok. Those are the things that I love you for. I also love you because you make me laugh. I haven't had a good laugh today, because you are not here.

The cats look even more sad and confused than normal. If that's possible. On that matter--why do our cats always look so bewildered? Is it a cat thing? They're both sitting here as I type, looking at me with their big, round eyes.

We sent you a video today. Did you get it? Did you get the photo, too? Where I look stunned (yes--stunned. Not stoned. Please make note.) beyond belief, and Booger's arms are flapping with their typical over-zealous flair?

I've been cleaning. It's what I do. I've sorted the big box of papers I always mean to get to. They're all tucked away now, where they belong. The fridge is empty, the sink too. I already washed the dishes. The laundry is nearly caught up, and tomorrow the bed will get a fresh pair of sheets.

You made me promise not to eat cereal for dinner. I've kept my word so far. Two dinners down, five to go. Grandma has played a major supporting role in my progress thus far.

Ok. Confession. I had cereal for lunch yesterday. But that doesn't count, right? We only talked about dinner.

So while you're busy down there in Reno, my love, I'll be here. Cleaning and being the keeper of the house. We're anxiously awaiting your return, daddy. And while we wait, we're perfecting a new trick to share with you when you arrive.

Love you more than shopping and Cheerios,

Wifey and Baby



P.S., how was bowling?