Letters to my Hero

Dear Rob,
These are the days (of my life) I want you home. The girls locked their bedroom door. So I called the agency to see if they had a key. They said they had several. They had no idea there was a lockable door. They said there must have been roommates living here before us. I hate to admit this but the girl’s bedroom window was unlocked. It saved me but I cannot believe I had a window unlocked.
Fencing went great. There were two other children there. They even got fully dressed tonight but the picture came out blurry. I will take my good camera next week.
Okay, do you need a laugh? So the head couch asked me what religion we are. Then she told me she thought I was related to one of her friends or something like that. Anyways, she thought we went to the Brethren Church. I cannot find much about them on line but I bet they were skirts. Yes, we all had skirts on.
After fencing we went to Wal-Mart and bought water bottles and back to school supplies.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you big news. The Amborski’s are coming down for the weekend. They called today and told me. They will be here Friday and leave Sunday. I have not told the kids yet because I know if something happens they will be heartbroken. I do not think we have much to do to get the house ready for company. OOHH maybe I can convince them to help me move around bedrooms. Then it would be done before you got home. I think we will go to the zoo or maybe the Special Forces museum on Saturday.
I missed talking to you today. I can’t wait for you to have better access to the Internet.
I love you babe and will be sure and take pictures tomorrow.
Pamela PETRIE