Countertop confessional

I have a blog but I am old.

I am not tech savvy.

Annie did my blog header.

Annie added the Ollie button.

I know only a bit.

Stu knows less.

Way less.

He just recently started text-ing.

He usually only texts if he can hit reply.

He sends the same text to me every time.

 "how u doing"

Every. time.

I don't think he has ever sent an email.

We are old school.

We are note writers.

We leave them on the counter for each other.

Not every day, but a lot.

Sometimes we write back on the same note.

Some are short, and some are lengthy.

Some are silly and some are deep.

Nothing dirty.

Stu's are always misspelled.

I find it endearing.

We have done it forever.

In the last few years I started saving them.

I wish I would have saved them all 30+ years.

I put them in our "note" jar.

I hope our girls find it comforting when we are gone.

They know we have a good marriage,

but it is a real marriage too.

There are some notes with apologies.

It is not always roses, but it is mostly.

Seeing that jar on that shelf in the laundry room

makes me  happy.

It can take me from mad to "over it" really quickly.

Reading them makes me tear up.

It is one of my very favorite things.

I am a blessed, happy wife.