Can you picture the scene. It's lunch time at school on Thursday. I burst into the staff room, usually later than most. Plonk myself down on the nearest available chair and unwrap my sandwiches. And there it is, a small hand written note placed on my sandwich. The sandwich lovingly made for me that morning by my husband.
I smile. Eat my sandwich then go off to phone him. I think I ring him about 3 or 4 times during the day and then there's the odd text! I feel sorry for the poor ladies in his office who have to take a message if he is not there. But hey, I love to hear his voice and need to tell him that he's appreciated, loved and that I think I'm the luckiest woman alive - I really do.
Talking about love notes, we are a bit of a 'love note' family. I used to put them in the children's lunch boxes or suitcases if they were away from home. ..Used to.. Oh goodness, I don't think I've done that for a while now. Oh my. . It has slowly turned more to texting, but receiving a text maybe great it isn't quite the same as that unexpected hand written note in familiar writing that can be held in your hand, re-read and then put safely away with all the rest: waiting for that moment in the future when you re-discover it. Smile. And savour the memory.
