Brother Dave sent me this text last night: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ !!!
We texted back and forth, playing “wheel of fortune” style but with only one letter guesses like every hour or so and none from 9pm-7am. He was very strict. If I tried to sneak in extra guesses I got a big huge red “X” back.
After all those hours, I finally ended up with this: happy _a_ _ !!! and then while I was down taking care of the chickens waiting for the time I could guess again, the answer popped right into my head.
So then the mail came and there was a package. I ran to the house, opened it up and saw a wrapped present, which revealed neatly folded yards of fabric: one of cherries and one of cats. Two things I ADORE.
This is from my brother. He’s turning 40 in a month. What 40 year old motorcycle riding manly man with a big beard and tattoos does this??? My brother that’s who.
He had driven our mom to the fabric store over the weekend and as she browsed, he selected and bought the fabric for me, took it back home with him, wrapped it in pretty paper, and mailed it.
I’m crying over the thoughtfulness and text him a big thank you.
He writes me back, “It’s the little things that mean the most.”