I love Christmas cards. I love making them and I love receiving them. Some come with letters, some come with photos (grin), and some are cards signed by hand. No matter in what form they come, it’s the thought taken from each sender that I cherish the most.
I choose to make ours every year. I’ll admit, it’s a bit of an undertaking, but it’s the memory that each card creates that warms my heart. It’s those thoughts that swirl around in my head as I cut and paste – how the kids have grown in the past year(s); the 100 + shots it took to get the kids to cooperate and smile pretty; how grateful I am to be a wife and mother. For me, the memory and meaning of a Christmas card runs deep.
I keep each of our annual Christmas cards in an album, and each year when I pull it out to add the latest, I spend what feels like hours studying each one, remembering each year as if it was yesterday.
My cup runneth over.
I’m a little behind the ball this year, but our cards are heading to the post office today. And because I couldn’t begin to make as many I would need to send to all of you, my dear friends, I’m sending our card to you this way today.
Faithful friends who are dear to us, gather near to us, once more.
Merry Christmas and happiest of holidays!