Dearest Mr. Fisher,
After working a long 40 hour day(s), you picked our boys up, came home - put away the dishes, prayed before dinner, and then we were off to Karate practice.
Although I know you were tired and had paint spots all over your head (and in your beard), the sight of Brandon busting karate moves made you laugh.
But upon coming home you get a call that it's back to work you go. Deadlines, ugh!
With no sleep in the last three days, stress the size of the empire state building, all you said was how much you wanted to lay next to me in bed! The littlest things really do matter the most.
I'm proud to call you husband.
I love you,