Love, Lorraine
I think I’ve made it quite obvious that I am a true blue believer of signs.
Signs from loved ones.
Signs from the universe.
Signs that all is ok with this world.
Signs, signs everywhere a sign.
But, I’ll bet you didn’t know that I’m a greeting card hoarder.
It’s true.
I don’t know what it is about folded cardboard from Hallmark.
I can’t throw out.
I can’t recycle.
Something inside just makes me keep.
And so, I keep.
But since 2016 is THE year of clearing out every single bit of unnecessary everything in this house, I have decided my greeting cards must go.
sniffle
Luckily, I have a volunteering friend who knows stuff.
This awesome person has informed me that there is an organization who would gladly accept my overabundance of greetings.
All I have to do is tear off the picture part, box them up and mail them in.
How simple is that ?!?
Organization is happy.
I’m happy.
Done.
I am so excited about my greeting card compromise that I gleefully mention it to Dad.
Dad says he believes he has a few dozen cards hanging around his house too.
Would I mind if he threw them into my box ?
“Throw them in !!” I say.
We are doing our part for humankind !
YaY US
So.
Dad gets busy with the sorting
& most of his cards are like most of mine.
Birthday, Christmas, an occasional ‘ HI, what’s up?’
Cool.
& then
A plain white envelope with his name, her handwriting appears.
It’s a Thank You card.
From a wife to her husband.
Seems they went somewhere, or he did something, or they shared a moment.
Dad doesn’t recall the occasion.
But whatever the moment, Mom took the time out of her busyness to give my father a thank you
& that card has stayed tenderly tucked away amongst the many other greeting cards until Dad found it last week.
“Love, Lorraine”
Talk about a sign.
Signs.
They are everywhere, anywhere.
They are all the time and just because.
Love soooooo continues.
🙂
