During our recent relocation things got pretty tense--particularly in the first few days following G's departure for his new job--when Oscar and I were left alone to organize the house for the movers. Under the pressure, my normally sweet, vibrant, cheeky little monkey became one of those frenzied caged primates that screech wildly and fling poop. That's my story. If he were blogging, Curious Oscar would describe the scene of carnage in the lobby that occurred after Hundley went rabid. Let's just say we weren't feelin' the love, so to speak.
Thankfully, Oscar enjoyed a rainfall of kindness in the searing desert of chaotic change that was our home in those days. Grandpa and Grandma and Matt sent many tender, supportive notes that were particularly directed at Oscar. Whenever one appeared in the mailbox, Oscar would say, "Let's see what's in it."
One day we opened the mailbox and found one of these letters. We hurried into the house and plopped down on the rug straight away to look inside. I read the note to Oscar, emphasizing "We LOVE YOU!" To Oscar's delight, some happy face stickers were included. He began peeling off the stickers and carefully placing them on the note. With each application he repeated, "We love you. We love you."
We love you, too, Grandpa and Grandma and Matt.
