Brandon's wife speaking here . . .

It was a typical morning full of scrambled eggs, hair gel, socks, brown sack lunches, Sally Foster fundraising packets, backpacks and scooters. By the time we had things under control it was obvious that Nick wasn't going to make it to school on time if he walked. I kissed my sweetheart goodbye and asked him to put the dog outside before he left. As I loaded the little ones into the bike trailer I had to giggle as I watched Brandon chase Murphy around with a milk bone, commanding and then begging him to head to the out of doors. The ride to school was unusually difficult thanks to a flat tire that wasn't discovered until the trek home. Par for the course on a day like today I thought.


When I returned home I saw this great note:




Brandon, thank you for scrambling eggs, combing hair, reading scriptures, tying shoes, signing homework, buttering toast and gathering the family in prayer each morning. You are wonderfully hard working and flexible. I know this isn't exactly what we must have had in mind when we signed on for the family life . . . but it really is a blast doing it with you by my side. Life with you is amazing.

I love you too Babe.

jod