Dear Rachel,
This week I feel like I can't thank you enough for being who you are.  You are so giving and caring.  You naturally make efforts to make others feel comfortable and accommodated and without realizing it, you bring so much love peace and happiness to our home.
This week we had family visit our home.  You are so thoughtful.  I'm not sure if it is fueled by our personal experiences of being uncomfortable guests in other's homes or if you just believe that if you make company comfortable, they will come back more often.  You have gone through such efforts to make our guest room hotel quality and all visitors love it.  I think my mom looks forward to seeing what kind of chocolate you will leave, and Mindi said multiple times that the sheets were the most comfortable she had ever experienced. Now, I would like to take credit for these details but we both know that if I was spearheading the accommodations,the most luxurious feature would be the fact that there are no booby traps rigged to sting, startle, or trip our visitors.
Then there is the food.  I still haven't figured out if you really think that the food you provide is impromptu, unorganized and mundane, or if you just want others to think you believe that.  Either way, everyone eats like royalty when they visit.  You are always so thoughtful to provide variety and take into consideration what others will want.  You are always eager to slave away in the kitchen and prepare everything with very little assistance. Again, I'm not sure if you are really so kind hearted that you can't bear the thougt of  puting a damper on their vacation by expecting assistance, or if it is just a clever way to have some precious time avoiding my family :)  but your efforts to keep things going smoothly and tastily are always appreciated and anticipated by all who are lucky enough to partake.
And now for my favorite part of the week.  Fathers Day!!!    you out did yourself this year.  I have tried to vocalize how wonderful you have made this day but I don't feel like it will ever be enough to show you how grateful I am.  You got me the most awesome gift ever.  I feel so overwhelmed and unworthy of the bike that you got me that I feel guilty for having it.  You went through so much effort to find the perfect gift, then have it picked up, set up, and presented in unequivocal fashion.  I still remember  how excited I was when I received my first bike when I was 7 years old.  I couldn't wait to ride it every minute of the day.  I felt like I finally understood the freedom that our forefathers had fought to obtain and it wasn't until I had one  of my own that I realized that the likely cause of the revolutionary war was the invention of the bicycle.  I went to bed dreaming about the voyages that were just in front of my handlebars and woke up thirsting for the adventures that only a two-wheeled, self-propelled  miraculous mode of transportation could provide.  Somehow, that same excitement has returned and while I find it easier to resist the urge to write a series of children's novels about a Young boy who saves the world from various evil villains with nothing but the assistance of his trusty BMX,  I do look forward to any spare minute I have to hit the trails.
I hope you know how much the little efforts you make bring so much joy to all those around you.
I love you!
Brandon