letter

ok... so I think I have figured out that my "love language" is words of affirmation, and Brenden hit the nail on the head with his little poem he wrote me for mothers day.

One little background note: Brend has always had the job to sit behind me at football games, sporting events, or watching tv and pull my grey hairs out.  He informed me last month that there are too many to have to try to keep up with anymore.  

Thanks buddy...