But to my dismay, my husband gave me the best valentines present.
He wrote me a love letter.
Not typed, not short and cheesy, but a real honest to goodness hand-written love letter!
He and I have been through much together, as have most married couples if they were to be honest. Good times, bad times, hard times… I loved him the day we were married. Today, I love him still, only more deeply.
While he would be extremely embarrassed for me to reprint what he wrote, for the sake of prosperity, and my children to one day have this, below is a portion of what the letter entailed:
I will treasure this letter always. I know that we will have more hard times to come, when those times to arise, I plan to pull this letter out and reread it to remember the wonderful man that he is, and why I married him years ago.
When I was putting Britton to bed tonight, I had the “Goodnight Moon” book to read to her, but instead she read it to ME! She read each word- with the exception of “comb”. I can definitely see the a-has with her flashcards too. They go much quicker and it seems as if everything (sightwords/readying) has clicked!
Here is an email from her teacher to the parents tonight:
I am making an effort to read with each child each week. Please let me know how it is going and continue to read to and with them at home. It is really starting to click. Practice those sight words.. you will get more soon! If you don’t have them on a ring, make sure to stop by and have Mrs. X make you a set.. it is really important!
Watch out for a notice about a research project on the presidents later on this week. This presentation will be oral, not written.
Also, don’t forget to make the Valentine’s box for next week and start addressing the Valentines in advance so it is not overwhelming.
I feel very lucky to have such a wonderful class. I have so much support and appreciate the time parents spend at school and at home to make this an even better year.
Britton and I went to Target today after school to buy a birthday present for her friends joint birthday party which is Saturday.
Big mistake. Huge.
Immediately she wanted a toy, then when I said ‘No’ proceeded to have what I have now termed ‘A Britton Fit’. Arms flail at her sides, she whines, asks for the same thing repeatedly, lags behind, asks again, whines louder… It is a song dance she has perfected over the past 5.5 years.
And I am tired of it.
I have learned to tell her no, then ignore her childish (ie- 2 year old) behavior.
We (I) pick out the gifts for her friends birthday and head to the car where she proceeds to tell me that I am “de worst mommy eva!”
She goes on to say, “You’ah job is to waise me to be a good mommy one day, and you ont doing dat” (translation: Your job is to raise me to be a good mommy one day, and you aren’t doing that). “You ah stupid”.
So, several apologizes later, and no television she went to be exhausted. I really think I should start getting her in bed at 6:30 pm. By 8 pm she is so tired that she begins her ‘drunk crying’.
I had friends in college (okay, high school too) that would drink, then cry to their friends uncontrollably). Oh, my sweet sweet Britton!