Love Letters

"Writing love letters in the sand . . .", the hit by Pat Boone in the years of my youth. Only thing is, Robin has the sand and I have the love letters.

Robin is in Galveston with his son for a few days of deep sea fishing. I came home from work and went to make my usual after work coffee. There was a note that said "I love you" in the coffee canister. I thought that was sweet. Robin is not given to writing notes or sending cards, so I consider this a keeper. When the coffee was ready, I opened the cabinet for a mug and there was another love note. Okay, an inkling of suspicion is seeping in. This is not the man I married.

Still, I revel in the thoughtfulness and feel a little guilty that I was looking forward to a night at home alone with a good book. Not just a good book, but a comfortable, faded lounging gown that only I appreciate. So, I head to the bedroom to change clothes and there is another note propped up among my bottles of perfume. Yes, he knew I'd be into the perfume. Then it's time for dinner and I remember the leftover salad and lasagna in the fridge and lo and behold, there is a note on the salad! By now, many thoughts are going through my head. I am female, after all.

Why the sudden thoughtfulness? Does he plan to be a naughty boy on this trip and is buttering me up? He quit drinking so I'm not worried about bar hopping. Was he missing me even before he left for the coast? Nah. Is it because I baked banana nut bread for him to take along? Was he remembering that our first date was in Galveston and he got all touchy-feely over it? No, that's not Robin.

I decided to stop trying to guess why my husband would suddenly put pen to paper and tell me how he feels. It's much better to enjoy the attention and not attach any negative thoughts to it. He knows the past weeks have been hard on me with the machine problems at work and money dwindling. He knows, too, that I'm happy about this trip and that he gets some time to enjoy himself. I take enough trips with my friends that I could never begrudge him this time on a fishing boat. I'm happy, too, that I'm not on that boat with him. I'd be sick and it wouldn't be pretty.

So, I thought this would be a nice post for my blog, letting the women in my life know that men can be spontaneous and surprise you when you least expect it. I grabbed my coffee and settled at the kitchen table in front of my laptop. Guess what I found when I opened it? A note on the keyboard that said "I love you". Maybe I should check under the toilet seat.

Thank you, Robin. I love you too.

P.S. Finally sat down with my book and found another note where my bookmark was.