The Gift of Cards

I received a lovely card this week from a dear friend and got me thinking that we don't receive as many as we use to and I don't send as many as I use to either. Probably due to the fact I can call someone up and thank them or I can text them or contact them on Facebook. The technology is great but there is something very special about receiving a card.

I think about the person who is sending it had to go and pick it out. It takes Ross hours to do this but he loves to find the right one for someone and you can hear him all over the store laughing at them and having a grand old time. I could leave Ross there for an hour and know he was still there when I came back from shopping the entire store.

The sender also has to find your address, write the sentiment (which for me is the hardest), have a stamp and get it to the mail box. Besides the cost of cards and stamps these days, it takes an effort to do all this and I must admit I fall in that category of being lazy and it never happens.

But being on the side of the receiver, it brings such joy from a pretty simple and easy gesture. It doesn't seem to matter what the card or the sentiment says but knowing that someone was thinking about you and took the time to stop and put words to paper is such a treasure.

Ross' 92 year old mother is an amazing lady. We decided to stay at her house Saturday night to visit with her and spend the night. It was also more convenient to stay in West Palm Beach and not have to drive home after our Saturday night dinner with friends. We had a lovely afternoon sitting outside her apartment on the balcony. The wind was cool which is unusual this time of year in Florida. Ross and Mom had a cocktail and we had a great conversation. Catching up on things and telling old stories again.

Mom had been upset this past week because she just didn't know what to do to help me and Ross during this period. She was going to cook food and bring it up to the boys (Ross and Keith) while I was in the hospital. This was way too much for her and very unnecessary but very typical for her. Then I started thinking about the card I had received this week and I know she loves to write cards. So the perfect solution was to tell her if she wanted to help that she can send me lots of cards, filled with lots of love and prayers.

The best gift.