I don’t understand cards. Maybe it’s because my family never used them. Presents would generally be wrapped with a simple TO: ________ and FROM:________ written on either the package or a tag made out of the same wrapping paper as the present. Maybe there was a XOXO included too. But that’s it. And I am good with that.
John grew up differently – every holiday requires one or two cards. A humorous one and a sentimental card. A couple of years ago, we spent $65 on just Mother’s Day cards. This included mine, grandmothers and great grandmothers; then each got one from the grand kids and the son, or from John and the boys and then sometimes one funny and one sentimental. I don’t get it.
What I especially don’t get is when people cry at cards. I know this may sound harsh, but they didn’t write the card– why are you crying? I’m going to stop there, b/c I know who you are that do cry — I’m not judging you – I just don’t get it.
Between me and John though, it has changed gift giving over the years now that we know each others feelings about cards. He doesn’t give me as many cards as he used to – and I’m glad, I really hope that it is somehow freeing for him. (: And on my end, I have taken the boys to pick out a card for his birthday or other occasion and I don’t mind as much because I know he appreciates it.
HOWEVER, there has been a Hallmark card that has spoken to me given to me by John. (i always have exceptions ot my rules) Here’s the words:
Picture This:
You and I, years and
years from now,
cruising along some coastal
highway with the top down,
stereo blasting,
the wind whipping our hair.
Whatever we want to do,
we do it.
No agenda, no schedule,
nobody else to worry about.
We travel the country,
buying silly T-shirts
ans sending postcards,
stopping at tiny roadside cafes
in search of the
world’s best
blueberry pie.
No hurry. No rush.
Relaxing in the comfort of a lifetime of companionship.
You and I…
lovers, friends, partners
on this road of life.
Happy Birthday.
Yeah – it gets me every time I read it. It’s in my jewelry drawer and I can’t help reading it every time I open the drawer. I really do love the season of life (chaos) we’re in now, but do so yearn for the season that looks like this card with just me and my man…and I don’t even like blueberry pie.
September 18th, 2008 at 1:05 pm
I love this… this is how I picture me and Neil in our later years! I am with you on the card thing. We try to make cards for each other every year. Its much more fun and shows our LOVE!