Love letters from the Hubs...

While Hubby and I were dating I received notes written on an extra napkin while on his lunch break from work. He would leave them on my car under the wiper blades for when I came out. A few times he didn't have napkins and instead I would find lables from Sprite bottles in their place. I saved and cherished each one of those napkins counting down the days to our wedding. Now, my love notes have changed. He is not the same type of man. He is the action speaks louder than words kind of man. I'll give you an example: Last night while saying the prayer for dinner...and it was a fairly extensively worked meal for me (Homemade wontons, stir fry, teriyaki chicken marinating overnight)...and my blood sugar dropped very quickly, to where my strength just left and it made it difficult to stand there. I told him I just needed to lie down while everyone else got their food (I am the sort that makes sure my family is fed before carrying on with feeding myself). As with most men if hubby needs to wait for his food his tummy gets rumbly and he gets grumpy. I heard him growl a bit saying he needed to be first to dish up. I was rather surprised because he had a little snack just 2 hours earlier. However, I listened to him and the kids chat it up in the kitchen for the next couple minutes. I was feeling better, just waiting for the hubs and kids to clear out before going and dishing up my plate. Hubby walked into the bedroom where I had chosen to lay down and he pushed the button on our bed, to raise me to the sitting position. He then guided my hands, because I wasn't really looking, to a plate he had prepared for me. I laughed and told him I just needed to lay down for a minute or two and he smiled and winked. He walked off humming as he made himself a plate and then brought me a drink when he returned. Later after I was finished he took my plate away before I could stand up and then proceeded to put dinner away for leftover Monday. I watched him the rest of the night, refilling drinks, bringing me my Ben & Jerry's. Each time, it was like the stroke of a pen writing a love note to me. I thought back to the rest of the day: opening doors for me and waiting for me to walk through first, listening to our son speak for the first time in sacarament meeting at church (for his first time he was so eloquent, not shaky like his Mama) and thanking me for helping him to prepare, giving me the encouragement to re-read my lesson for Young Women, asking me to write my latest novel while sitting next to him (even though I am plugged into my Ipod. i watch as every night he steals the socks that have kept my feet warm all day just because he said he loves to see my piggies. So many things he does on a daily basis remind me of those napkins tucked under my wiper blade. How does your hubby write his love letters?