He read it on the flight over.
In this letter, I told him that we will tie a yellow ribbon around our old sycamore tree and not take it down until he returns home safe again with us.
They have proudly told their friends the meaning behind the ribbon when they come over to visit.
Every time we leave the house or come home the yellow ribbon is there to greet us.
The long yellow strands look pretty blowing in the wind.
Sometimes after getting our kids on the bus and off to school, I'll sit at the table, have my breakfast, watch the yellow ribbon blowing in the wind outside my window and think of him.