Letters to my Hero

Dear Rob,
I had so much to tell you but I guess I better explain why all of our children are in tears. This evening I had three e-mails about the kittens and the first person I called was ready to meet me. The short story is Butter is spending his first night with his new family. They seemed beyond nice and had two little boys in the car to play with them. I am kind of hoping they call back to take Bob. The wife seemed interested. It is sad because the other little orange one is laying in the middle of the floor right now all by herself. It is so sad. The kids are in bed but I can hear all four of them. They are pretty upset. I hope we can get rid of the other three quickly. I think this is hard on them and I do not want them to be stretched out.
We had a great day. The kids spent a big part of the day playing outside. They started in bathing suits and ended up in pajamas. This evening they actually were out there in winter coats. I still do not understand it. They were hiding under the table and under a tree. I kept reminding them they needed to either play or come in.
Can I tell you how excited I have been all day. Thinking about block leave and all the time we will have together. I can’t wait to have time alone with you. I am praying it works out that we get a couple of nights alone. Can you imagine talking with no interruptions, kissing without anyone saying Oh! Taking a walk without pushing a stroller. I just need you to do me one favor, if I say I will sleep in a camper and do all that manly stuff will you PLEASE promise me there will be no licking of plates? That is all I ask, well that and maybe you take me to town for a decent meal at least one night.
Okay, I am going to go love on your babies and explain to them again while we cannot keep these kittens.
I love you babe,
Pamela PETRIE